A Gardener Poem by Randy McClave

In a pot I planted a seed
Not knowing what it would heed,
I watched and tended it everyday
Starting in the early month of May.
I first planted the seed in the dirt
Creation of life I did flirt,
Then I watered and fertilized its soil
So, from thirst or hunger it would not toil.
I would then place the pot outside in the sun
That is where all life had first begun,
And there I hoped it would flourish in the sun's rays
Unto Mother Nature I gave her praise.
I continually checked on the seed like a worried parent
The feelings were all necessary and inherent,
I then read books about gardening and growing
And also on floriculture and sowing.
Then one day the seed it did sprout
A joyous scream I then did let out,
Then more seeds I then quickly planted
Then with plants I quickly became enchanted.
Now a gardener I have become
I now truly have a green thumb,
One day from my garden I will feast
As the first Gardener did who had gardened in the east.

Randy L. McClave