Watermelon
Green striped globe, trailing vine,
your glories I relate;
summer fruit, taste divine,
you grow in southern states.
Thick, heavy rind confines
the richness we await
sweetened by hot sunshine,
red joy upon my plate.
To choose well I refine
the skills which help equate
what hides in green shrine--
pick best one in the crate.
yellow belly--one sign,
a hollow thump will rate,
sweet watermelon, mine,
"Best one I ever ate!"
Copyright, July 9, 2014
Faye Lanham Gibson
Copyright © Faye Gibson | Year Posted 2014
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