Young Writers Society

This was a joy to read! I live on a hobby farm and are currently growing tomato’s:)

I loved the line “isn’t this the same sun that turned and the same river carved into the ground a thousand years before i was born.” It helped me see that every crop has been grown by the same rays of sun. All the water has been recycled and watered many crops before. You where talking about how maybe the people who had the knowledge and skills had run dry, but what gives the plant life is water and sun, and those things have done it since the beginning. It knows what to do.

My only critique would be paragraph 1&2 is a very long sentence so just double check punctuation! (I say that as you have a period in the 4th paragraph so i assume periods can be in poems)

Overall I think it’s beautiful and I love the illustrations to go with it! Did you draw them? Either way I think they really work!

Thank you for the poem and reading what I have to say!

-Taithoes <3

Hai :3

This poem is stunning!! Like, the whole connection between the land and generations is such a beautiful sentiment. There's this sense of something deeper, a kind of shared memory, like you're channeling the voices of your ancestors and their understanding of the earth. It's such a contrast between what was once thriving and what feels distant now, and that is so rich to me!! You’re tying together memory, family, and nature in a way that makes me feel connected to something so much larger than just the present moment. It's like a puzzle in a way, fitting together pieces of the past!!

I love how grounded this is in physical sensations too ~~ The wiping of soil from your brow, the hand-tills; it makes the whole thing feel so tactile and alive. There’s this quiet sense of perseverance that shines through, like the garden is not just a garden, but a metaphor for so much more: family, history, and survival. It's very soft yet haunting, definitely a cool way to reflect on modern life and our disconnection from traditions. You never truly lose your family, and their impact on you is hard to forget once it happens, and I think you've nailed that idea in this poem!!

maybe our roots were stretched too far

but I also wonder, if there isn’t some sense
of reincarnation ...

i hear a familiar voice telling me, wait
another season is coming

This is very cool! As someone who grows tomatoes (and kills them =[ ) and as someone running a Tomato themed ARG, I absolutely go crazy when tomato stuff shows up, the poem is great
ALSO how did you put pictures in it? Did you draw them? they are beautiful, so much better than my tomatoes. <3