My Little Garden
I will sow seeds in the ground every spring,
then wait for the plants and the gifts they bring.
I pray for the rain and hope for the best,
while Mother Nature takes care of the rest.
Each row filled with promise weeded and pruned,
while busy bees visit in search of a bloom.
The dew tucks each plant in for the night,
come morning my garden awakes to sunlight.
Tomatoes and peppers tied to the stake,
vines of cucumbers are ready to take.
Stalks full of sweet corn and poles filled with beans,
a thing of beauty, a gardener's dream.
It's a labor of love that takes lots of care,
but gives its bounty with plenty to share.
1/27/19
Copyright © Wren Rushing | Year Posted 2019
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