Soil and Toil

There upon the ground discarded where fruited blessings were ill guarded lay the efforts of my spring toil the perspired digging and setting seed in soil Peaches and tomatoes once large and green are cast upon the earthly tumultous scene and now squash and peppers lay torn down, half eaten castaways. Scouring the landscape garnished I questioned what happened to my harvest? There way in the back beneath the shed the tell tale signs of the groundhog now well fed.