Goliath Hybrids
Goliath Hybrids
By: Miracle man
7/2/2020
Some tomatoes are as big as baseballs,
plants are most eight foot tall.
As each one begins turning red,
Mocking Birds are pecking them all.
It’s their ready source of water,
under a scorching Oklahoma sun.
I’ve now surrounded cages with burlap,
determined not to be outdone.
Early heat will cause a short season,
despite watering every second day.
The blooms fall off and fruit don’t set,
but Dr. says "no tomatoes" anyway.
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