Saturday, April 9, 2022


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.

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