Poem

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Ok Kathie,

 

Here is my entry though I should have sent it sooner

For after Mike’s entry it’s sure to be a loser.

 

Toil

 

It’s the time of year when

the leaves are all turning,

from a beautiful green

to bright orange and yellow.

 

I am planning my patch

the big prize I am yearning,

for when growing a giant

life is anything but mello.

 

It’s always on my mind

from day and into night,

I want to grow it huge

one that will bewilder.

 

This battle for growth

this tiring long uphill fight,

Yet gives me great pleasure

For my work it will fill ‘er.

 

Hauling manure

spreading it out,

I head to the field

start looking about.

 

Back on the tractor

I till it all in,

The poop does turn under

will I have enough to win.

 

Its time to plant over,

A mixture with clover.

a spreader in hand,

The seeds hit the sand.

 

The winter is boring

but has anticipation,

For spring is approaching

and my seeds are lined up.

 

Then April is exciting

bordering on jubilation,

For my seeds are now sprouting

there’s green in the cup!

 

I till in the cover

build hills for the prize,

I spread compost over

contemplating fruit size.

 

Summer comes quickly

With critters and flies,

My plants they look sickly

It is the heat I surmise.

 

I set up the misters

to cool them off,

on top is a dress of my sister’s

where’d I put the shade cloth?

 

The turkeys are coming

and the moles have been here,

my stomach is churning

when I see a doe deer.

 

The bear is long gone

and the beetles are beaten,

I put fungicide on

The places they’ve eaten.

 

I wipe sweat from my brow

as I think of the work,

she’s putting on weight now

I say with a smirk.

 

I will take it to Canby

Or maybe Half Moon Bay,

This thing is my baby

What did she gain today?

 

Again the leaves are falling

Time to prepare once again,

The weigh-offs are calling

The work does begin.

 

Emmons and Mombert

giants they’ve grown,

the biggest on the planet

at least that are known.

 

Thank you to Dill

for the seeds you did develop,

I can hardly sit still

As I open the padded envelope.