A Poem for Vegetable & Greens
Bright when ripe, framed by the earth
Grown only by a caring hand,
I am a handful when picked, more real than before
And nothing is more promising than that from our land
If you choose to grow me
I will love you back,
Giving you life in surplus
But through harvest break your heart and back
Not easy like a list and cart
You must endure trials of the mother full of wind and rain,
Before you gain my love, before you can love back
Before you understand from which we all came
I am a potato, a beet
A salad green in rows at your feet
I cannot speak or give advice
Although I can cost little, I am always worth twice!
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