I Like To See Things Growin'

'Tis the farm boy in me yet, but I like to see things a-growin', ('Cept pesky weeds of course and the grass that needs a-mowin'!) As a lad on the farm, tho', I had a very different view, Since I toiled in the broilin' Hoosier sun tendin' things that grew! I like to see fields of corn in July standin' green and tall, Knowin' farmers will reap a bountiful harvest come the fall. I like to see gentle zephyrs kissin' prairies of golden wheat. So very much we owe to those who grow the foods we eat! I like to see red and white grapes a-ripenin' on the vine, Anticipatin' zinfandels and chardonnays for my dinner wine! Is there a more appetizin' sight than rows of luscious termaters? Ah, the miracle of spuds developin' 'neath the vines of pertaters! I like to see well-tended rows of onions, peas and butter beans, Carrots, lettuce, peppers, radishes and leafy turnip greens. Aint' nothin' more elegant than roses sparklin' with dew at dawn, Or the beauty of peonies, lilies and petunias that adorn my lawn! In my autumn years I've more time to appreciate the things that grow, To contemplate, muse and ponder and this I surely know, 'Tis the miraculous Hand of God that rules this celestial ball. Without His munificent oversight, would anything grow at all? Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired (© All Rights Reserved)