Tag Archives: Ethel Romig Fuller

I Like To Take My Basket and Go to Market Early

MARKETING I like to take my basket And go to market early– Radishes are pinkest then, Lettuces most curly. Beets still pyramided To a magenta crest; Cauliflowers are snowballs; Peas, their snappiest. In the blue and silver Of the rutabagas … Continue reading

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Rooms ( a poem by Ethel Romig Fuller)

ROOMS In church this morning I had a view Of nothing but heads From my rear view. I played with the fancy Each was a room—- Some of them needing Dustcloth and  broom. Many were fine Company places; A few … Continue reading

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