A Little Prose on The Garden

I have a little garden

behind my little home, 

and I love this little patch of dirt, 

with little plants and seeds we've sown. 

Little squash and wire-y beans, 

a tomato plant or two, 

and when I tend it, I seem to smile, 

though there is a secret I will share with you.

When August comes, and the fruit is ripe, 

bending stick and stem with weight,

we will be gone - not a one will we eat... 

Our planning was not so great.

So when we once again travel the southern route, 

please feel free - if you are anywhere near or far, 

to help yourself to the bountiful harvest, 

Just let us know how they are!