Seven Acres of Ironbound

There are some people 
who find gardening 
to be a very relaxing hobby.
I am not one of those people,
I was born and raised in the city.
The closest to a farm 
that I have ever been 
is at the supermarket.
But I will admit,
I like the produce section.
and I like picking 
Fresh fruit and vegetables.
Everybody in my family 
has a green thumb,
with plants growing 
on their window seals.

I was not born a green thumb. 
But as life would have it,
I am working in two gardens
on the 7 acres of ironbound.
And since the house and property 
is owned by my wife's uncle
whose nick name is Shady
I like referring to the place 
as the shady rest.
It is here on the 
seven acres of ironbound,
that I work with a tractor.
And refer to myself as
Farmer Bob.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2020

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