Smiles On The Vine Poem by Theresa Ann Moore

With a great deal of anticipation
the soil is prepared for planting
Hills are formed three feet apart
What wondrous plants will spring…

Dry smooth flat white seeds
are shaken loose from a packet
displaying jack-o-lantern pumpkins
wearing bright orange jackets

The sun is shining brightly
as the seeds in lots of five
are sprinkled into shallow beds
Under a dirt blanket they will strive

The mounds of miniature mountains
soon have hairline fissures …sprouting
forth with unfolding broad leafed stems
My eagerness is applauding and shouting

Reluctantly plucking excess plants away
Selecting two plants in each hill to remain
Ensuring that chosen survivors will thrive
Hoping for plenty of sunshine and ample rain

Excitement mounts as vines begin to run
Fragile blooms appear with feathering plumes
Searching with a keen eye… lifting leaves carefully
Small globes should be visible… I would assume

At last, I have found what I've be looking for
Yes... it is a tiny treasured baby pumpkin
Hopefully it is the first of many more
Come October… they'll all have glowing grins

7/28/2010