Ode to the Cranberry Farmer
A Short Poem of Gratitude
Such sour fruits so subtly sweet
A fearful quest for this treat.
Into waist-deep waters growers go
To place the nets to reap what they sow.
Up torsos tiny colleagues climb
To dry eight limbs one at a time.
With calm diligence these farmers do
A task too frightful for me and you.
Praise be to the bog keepers
Who give fruits and wear creepers,
So that we may enjoy the holidays
Without suffering the many-eyed gaze
Of the wolf spiders tending to the bog
Or endure the treacherous watery slog
Required for harvesting cranberries.
As we are beneficiaries
Of the farmers' labors,
Let us praise our neighbors
Who wear the spiders so we don't have to.
About the Creator
Caitlyn Ramberg
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Comments (1)
Despite being arachnophobic, I found beauty in the prose dedicated to the symbiotic relationship of the wolf spider and the cranberry farmer. Working hand in hand, both require each otherโs assistance in giving us the holiday gift of the cranberry, which so many people do not know how they are harvested. And yes let those without fear of the wolf spider continue the work where many with arachnophobia will not.