Witness poem

Morel

S’nice out! Come hunting with me!
Stay close,
don’t wander too far,
and oh, you found some!
Yes, yes!
that’s the right kind.

Back at home,
I’ll cut them into pieces.
Crack these eggs;
let me heat up the butter.
Eggs stirred? Toss ‘em in!
Coat ‘em real good, now;
I got the cracker crumbs.
Cook ‘em up real nice, now,
just like that.

This is a memory I like to keep,
even though I wouldn’t eat those mushrooms;
I was simply happy to have found them.