I just harvested a crop of poems
That I planted from thought seeds
Careful to water each one
And hoe out all the weeds
And thankful for the fertile soil
And fruit upon the vine
I had enough and more to share
So I thought to rest my mind
But from the roots growing deep
New thoughts would sprout each day
And so I must keep my baskets full
And give what I don't need away
So this year I'll plant a Fall garden
And have a second crop to reap
Then let my mind rest for a time
When the Fall harvest is complete.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem