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Down on the farm, me as a shorty, I certainly never thought of bein in my 40s.
My Mom and Dad were usually pretty busy, so I liked to fiddle, and diddle, but I 
never did riddle.
My Dad was a gardener of lots of veggies that always grew so wide and tall, and 
ready to reap in the fall. The plants grew so huge, and that gave me a plan to fan 
out a tiny piece of land.
I asked my mom for some seeds to plant, but I felt like an ant because I thought 
of god and was scared "I can't plant"!
Marigold seeds my Dad helped me sow, down in the dirt below. Would I or my 
Dad be a bad seed? Well, let's just wait and see!
I was in doubt, so I thought those little sprouts would have a fall out and I'd be 
without.
Another day later I visited my Dad in the garden. I had to pull weeds in order to 
save those little seeds. That job I did hate, but it did make me think! I just thought 
of god and gave a nod, and grabbed lots of wads of those pesky old clogs. I saw 
a frog jump over a log, and said "Wow bet he couldn't pull a plow; I wish I had a 
cow."
All of a sudden my Dad he did say, "Cheryl come this way!" I was so amazed my 
eyes just glazed. The flowers I planted were beautiful bushes full of wishes that 
came true.
A remembrance to me was of the burning bush resemblance from the one with 
the great key. Remembering my doubt as my Dad hoed and hoed to get those 
Marigolds to grow, is harder than you might know. A gardner is special for they 
reap through the plants to figure out which to throw out.
So to conclude this little adventure if you end up with too much doubt you just 
might get thrown out.

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