One step removed from rich dark earth
Is an army of greens.
Before being viewed, roots, birthing
Hidden shoots which had been
Struggling for light and wanting first
Taste of leafing, give mean
Measure in care, push up, then work
Apace, paint stems with green
Salady hues, potentially worth
A fortune to seekers
Of health, who praise greens for nursing
Back sparkle to cheeks deemed
Insipid before. Bursting
With mineral wealth they gleam
Best at dawn, wet with dew, unhurt
If we pick fresh and eat, gleaning
Results, we will gain - - but no girth.! !
vegetables grown by ones own hand planted and tendered in fertile land no chemicals sprayed on tender crops taste delicious unlike the shops
a very definite write my vote for you with regard to my favourite spinach
Greens are in and so is this poem...go to the top of the class for +++10 hmmmm I love salad and spinach yum yum far out I can taste your poem regards uavanice1
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Lovely poem Fay. Absolutely unusual, and a clever piece of writing. It's like a study of new fresh salad plants. Incredible diversity, imagery, and I love the pictures that you pait Best Steve