It’s a quadrille Monday at the Poet’s Pub, #89 in fact, and Merril has served up the word “set”. Despite some initial technical difficulties I am now all set with these 44 words.
Seed potatoes and onion sets
his planting now mostly these
come fall he’ll gather butternuts
apple drops from straggly trees.
His old horse predeceased him
hamed collar hangs near the plow
wonders how he’ll get the wood in
to keep winter fires burning now.