Written in response to the Living Poetry prompt
She added something blue
To her maple chest
Thinking about the kind man
She was about to marry
And hoping for a happy life
Rituals
That cranky farmer of the
“Good fences make good neighbors” philosopy
Did not add to the general welfare
Or become a kind presence in his community
He could have tapped the maple trees
With his neighbors in the late spring
In a communal ritual
Going back generations
2ndactblogger 
Love the “Hope” chest poem! Is there another stanza waiting to be written about the curmudgeon?
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Thank you! You really think about these poems.
You are right. There is a third stanza missing about the farmer
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