If Money Grew
If Money Grew
I would plant a garden.
I would make every row,
straight.
They would be perfect,
as hard work,
produces the best crops.
Grandpa taught me everything.
Ocra, grows high and must be,
harvested early,
or it becomes too hard to eat.
Summer squash and pickles,
just the same.
Tomatoes, small, red, ripe,
green, beef and/or Tomatillo flavors,
all the promise of food on the table,
and the bounty of God’s blessing.
Bright fresh flowers,
to cheer friends,
in need or in pain.
Delicious fresh herbs,
to flavor the cup for the weak,
and confused inside.
The cost of things given,
very little.
The cost of things,
planted from seeds,
lovingly shared with others,
perfectly coined.
The face…of God!
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