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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required No. I’m not a rock; and I’m not an island. I am about 8 feet wide and 20 feet long. I get plenty of sun light, and I drain well, when it rains. I have been lying dormant since last summer’s harvest of tomatoes. That was the first year that my owners grew nothing but tomatoes. Yes. I am dirt and soil; I am a natural food machine; I am a garden. My soil has been enriched with all kinds of good nutritious compose. Over the years my owners have planted many different vegetables; but due to water shortages over the last four years, they have curtailed their crops. For example, I have produced corn, white potatoes, squash, mustard greens, and tomatoes. However, this year, they decided to raise tomatoes, onions, and peas. I tend to always do well with tomatoes, and this year I should produce a bumper crop of tomatoes because of the winter rain in Northern California. I will try my best with the peas, but I make no promises. There is a young and thriving peach tree whose roots have been growing deep into my soil for the past four years. The first year of production yielded nice peaches of average size. The second year brought my owner peaches about the size of golf balls. Please, do not blame me, because the soil in me was well nourished, except for water. From the garden, eat fresh my friend. 04302016 PS Contest, Poetry
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