A poem about life, death, tomatoes, product placement, and rebirth

Southern-style tomato sandwich photo by Martha Jean Winkelstein

Sacrament

I want to be a sacrament

When I die

Mix my ashes with garden soil, Miracle Gro

Put us in the plot I tilled and tended every spring

Plant tomatoes — Beefsteaks, Better Boys and Brandywines

Water well

And when we ripen

Slice us thick and lay us out good white bread slathered with mayonnaise

Preferably Hellman’s, though Duke’s or Blue Pate will do

Salt, pepper, lettuce, the latter optional of course

Take a big bite

Think of me

Wash me down with cold, whole milk or a Barq’s root beer

Smile

I am back in circulation

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“They’re gonna put me in the moovies/They’re gonna make a big star out of me.”

The cows are contented. Photo by the Author, Noel Holstein.

Sweet Olive Farm, an animal rescue ranch near Winterville, Georgia, is surely one of the most benevolent places on Earth.

Roaming its grounds are everything from Vietnamese pot-bellied pigs to alpacas, from chickens to mules to Emus. A visitor wandering around this peaceable kingdom faces the possibility of stepping into more than two dozen varieties of manure.

Old farm boy that I am, I was partial to the cow that couldn’t wait for her close-up.

Look them up online. They could use your support.

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Noel Holston

Writer, photographer, horticulturist, international music icon. Lives in the South. Email Noel at nholstonga@gmail.com