Tradition

Tradition is

Runner beans

Shells being cracked open

Until fingers are sore -

Sitting around a table with

A game of Dutch Blitz going and

Graham crackers with peanut butter

And chocolate chips, of course -

Placing the runner beans

Into little cartons

Patting them with soil

Admiring the black color

And the little white stripe thing

They all have

And the smooth

Soothing  texture

Of the little round seeds.

Tradition is

Jacks

Altogether

Being taught new games

Learning

Loving

Enjoying it.

Tradition is

Soup and grilled cheeses

Laughter and conversation

And you'd be surprised by how much

It all comes down to these little runner beans.

QueenBee

VT

14 years old

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