I'm out here planting potatoes.... A Poem
The makings of a garden....
I’m out here planting potatoes
Row upon row.
I’m out here hoping those ‘taters
Will grow and grow, and grow.
There’ll come a day next fall,
When slowly, carefully too,
I’ll uncover their children, one and all
To see what the water and sun did do.
I’m out here in the garden.
Planting carrots, spinach, peas.
The sun still northward headed.
Using plant food just to tease.
The vines of cukes and melons,
Some squashes, beans, and such,
Will tempt the passing felons,
Who really shouldn’t touch.
Those rows, and rows of produce,
Will meet the family’s needs.
If water and sun can seduce
The instincts of their seeds.
Another year with my partner
Who looks down from above,
And blesses my glistening sweat drops
With symbols of His love.
© 2012 Demas W. Jasper All rights reserved.
More by this Author
All roses are beautiful, but the very first roses of the season are such a shocking reminder of why we plant them, that they take on a special aura all their own. Article with photos.
My mountain is my thermometer. It's right there, visible, and telling me the change of seasons as well or better than my thermometer can.
A lack of political will over many years has set the stage for today's deportations and tomorrow's sacrifices due to America's $20 trillion national debt. Where are the realists?