Farmer Wannabe

Tripping through my garden,

Tomatoes overflow--

Some up high in greens and reds

And others fallen low.

I crouch to check a pepper

To see how it is doing

But when I let the plant stems go

Into my face they SPROING!

I’d like to be a farmer

And all our vittles grow

But first I think I’d better learn

The things that farmers know.

Written by my mother.