vegetable seeds
were planted
at exact
measurement
in peat pods
for an early start
on mother nature
as the first leaves unfolded
each were transplanted
to larger pots
eventually
to raised beds
built just for them
treated with miracle gro,
weeded weekly and
provided hours
of sun -
they grew
spring turned
to summer
green peppers and
tomato plants,
attacked by beetles -
cucumbers
survived the assault
with broccoli, lettuce
and potatoes thriving
until the drought…
and at last,
my garden was dead –
this fall
as i mow my lawn
i kick at the onions,
strawberries
and mushrooms
that grow wild.
Casey Quinn, USA
3 comments:
I know what that feels like!
I love how you end this with the kicking at the dead remains.
You have really captured the vegetable cycle of life with great beauty and poignancy.
I love this poem...and the assault of your garden....yet...each year it continues; better luck next time!
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