I wanted to grow an herb or two,
It was spring, and a good thing to do.
I had never gardened before, it’s true.
I had no idea what I was getting into.
I soon found myself at the gardening store,
With soil and seeds and seedlings galore,
Into my cart the items did pour,
I just couldn’t stop, I had to have more!
I brought my seeds home and planted each share,
With little knowledge nor green thumbs to bear,
What was I thinking, had I taken due care?
How my yard would evolve, I was unaware.
A few weeks later, seeds started to sprout,
It didn’t take long for the green to come out.
As summer went on, I was left with no doubt,
The garden was something to talk about.
Carrots, zucchinis and sugar snap peas,
Pears and peaches, growing on trees,
Strawberries calling the bumble bees,
Beets – golden and red and striped – yes please!
Tomatoes growing large and small,
Rhubarb spewed out like a ground ball,
Basil and thyme and spinach and all,
Through the grass, the mint did sprawl.
Arugula growing out of control,
Bean sprouts curling up a pole,
Nasturtiums to dress up a salad bowl,
The bounty warmed my heart and soul.
This poem is long, I beg your pardon
I wanted to share my love of my garden.
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