Acquisition

If you can catch a gardener

Singing in her glade, you’ll hear

Some small song along these lines—

This is a tiny corner

Of the forest of the mind,

I know, but I like to think,

My meadow is productive,

My vegetables are handsome,

And my blossoms beautiful.

My patch is so creative

It shows that I tend it well.

My harvest makes me happy.

This song hums continually

With the humming of the bees,

As she collects her trophies

Of roots, leaves, fruits and flowers

To stash in her deep cellar

Or add to her groaning shelves.