A Gardener

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