What do you grow in your garden there,
from seeds you tended with water and care?
Did they surprise you, when up they sprung,
delicious enough to delight the tongue?
Turnips and radishes, rounded in girth
rooted happily in the rich earth
Snap peas and melons, both with their vines
one travels up, while the other reclines
Potatoes snooze deep in the ground
spreading all over in a manner profound
All kinds of berries, of sweet tart flavors
to satisfy any dessert cravers
Cherries, apricots, plums, are all growing,
figs, Asian pears, their bloomers are showing
Lettuce in pots, and there’s Meyer lemon,
(a rhyme for that word leaves me hawing and hemmin’)
Broccoli, luckily, likes colder weather,
while others reject the chill altogether
Flowers, they flourish already this year,
perhaps knowing humans need color and cheer
All the euphorbia seems quite euphoric,
and the rhodies are practically phantasmagoric
Here in the garden, beyond human woes
snapdragons snap and dance on their toes
Whatever you’ve planted or whatever you’ve not,
the seeds of them both, well, that’s what you’ve got
Some interesting word play, my talented friend.
And I especially like the words at the end.