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Those tiny seeds will spring from ground O my I spy another fire ant mound It's a battle to have a bountiful harvest But each year I plant and pray for best
I know gardens are a gift from above I plant mine with care and tend it with love The garden of Eden was planted by God I wonder how he felt as he worked sod
This year I ate some silver queen corn I picked it from my garden one Friday morn Straight from stalk to pot it went That sweet corn was worth effort spent
Copyright 2005 Irvin L. Rozier
Author of My Walk with the Lord, www.selahbooks.com, various other poems and articles (do a google or yahoo search on my name), preacher, retired military