Poem -
Planting Season
Medicinal values ancient ones tell
Awaken the senses freedom from the cell
Together with hands full of the load
Getting bit with insects code
Sweating exhaling Co2
Attracts the swarms sparing few
Seedlings cared for pinnacle place
The mountain calls me to southern grace
Summers spent with growth recordedÂ
The paths we made many fordedÂ
Water of life in buckets and self
Wouldn't trade this pastime
For a thing on the shelf
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Comments
Beautifully written
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This is a great write Sol Sister, I love the poem as a whole but especially those last lines.
- SydÂ
I'm glad you liked my poem Syd.Some people aren't aware of the work that goes into growing but it makes me feel healthy and therefore happy...can't quit my day job though!
I appreciate you comment and I've been looking forward to reading more of your work.
Sol Sister
You're very welcome. I had a friend who used to grow for himself, he thoroughly enjoyed the whole process, especially the harvest. And thank you, I look forward to reading any feedback you may leave on my poems.
- Syd xoÂ