Morel Hunting

I used to go out with my Dad
In May you could find them around old elm trees
We usually had a couple meals of them
The rest were sold
The last morel I found was in 2016 with my Dad
We only found one
The rest of the years since I have bought them
A few years ago I spent 35 bucks for a pound of them
Now I am seeing 70 bucks a pound
I went today and only found a golf ball and a quarter
The morel festival is in two weeks
We'll see if I want to pony up the dough for a pound of morels
At least the kettle corn is still cheap!
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Posted: May 2023
About this poem:
I love morels, a lot!

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