My Garden
Love, with hope and vitality
Joined together in one space.
Here in my garden I can see
Transformation taking place.
Radishes, crisp and crunchy
Robust and brightest red.
Picked by hand not long ago
From their earthy garden bed.
Sprinkled with a trace of salt
Slices sharply thin and straight.
Moisture clinging to their edge
Then placed upon a china plate.
Tomatoes, scarlet beauties
An aroma strong and heady.
My gift from soil and sun
Now so very ripe and ready.
I am grateful for the bounty
A reward for what I've done.
I admit most candidly
Gardening is my form of fun.
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