The Nascent Gardener
My first attempt at gardening was in fifth grade
When we sprouted lima beans in the light and the dark.
Pale and spindly were the ones that grew in the shade,
But watching those seeds grow ignited the spark.
When I got to college I decided it would be nice
To try my hand at growing something besides flowers.
So I went to a nursery where they provided advice,
A clay pot, bag of soil and a start as a grower.
I went to the dorm with my new treasures
And planted an onion in my earthen pot.
I watered it every day for good measure;
I jokingly say a tear-jerker was my first crop!
I spent two years in the dorm and then
Wanted to move to a trailer near college.
My landlord gave me a large plot for a garden,
So I began acquiring agrarian knowledge.
I grew squash, corn, peppers and tomatoes.
I mulched with leaves and watered from a well.
A friend showed me how to cut and plant potatoes.
I learned that in harmony with the earth I could dwell.
As each fruit ripened, I gathered my harvest,
Then learned the basics of food preservation.
Fall overtook summer and from my labors I rested,
Knowing I was replete until graduation.
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