Day 8: Flavors, Elegy, Enumeratio

Flavours with a Touch of Nostalgia

I’m not hooked on any flavour
More enthralled by variety
The simple things they taste the best
And deliver, or create satiety.

There’s fresh apples off the tree
Strawberries from the banking
And herbs galore, couldn’t want for more
For all of this I’m thanking.

Most food these days doesn’t taste of much
So I opt to grow my own
No chemicals are added because I value life
And believe your reap what’s sewn.

Now the taste of my potatoes, well
Transports me back in time
When life was just and fair and slow
Crammed full of flavours every day ‘til my enforced bedtime.

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