Short Growing Poems and Verses
Let first the onion flourish there,
Rose among the roots, the maiden-fair
Wine scented and poetic soul
of the capacious salad bowl.
Robert Louis Stevenson
Now in the east
the white bean
and the great squash
are tied with the rainbow.
Listen! the rain's drawing near!
The voice of the bluebird is heard.
Navaho Indian Chant
To my favorite honeydew, do you carrot all for me?
My heart beets for you, with your turnip nose, and radish face.
You are a peach. If we cantaloupe, lettuce marry.
Weed make a swell pear.
Tomatoes and oregano make it Italian;
wine and tarragon make it French.
Sour cream makes it Russian;
lemon and cinnamon make it Greek.
Soy sauce makes it Chinese;
garlic makes it good.
Alice May Brock
In the right place at the right time,
tomato worms on tomato vines.
She is perfectly still, calm and concerned;
poised by the vines, hunting for worms.
When gardening, I have one gift
You won't find in any manuals -
I know it's strange, but I can change
Perennials to annuals.