Grandpa's Garden

Preface: This is a poem I wrote in honor of my grandfather who passed away in 1995. I think about him so often, especially when gardening.

Gardening with Grandpa

Seeds.
Fresh tilled dirt.
Water and rain.
Sunshine.
"Not too much but not too little," said Grandpa.
Pruning and staking.
The colors.
The fragrances.
The tastes.
Picking and cleaning.
Canning and eating.
Eating was Grandpa’s favorite part!
A bunny hops in to take a peek.
Zinnias and Poppies and Daisies and Petunias.
Tomatoes and Squash and Green Beans and Peppers.
Peaches and Pears and Plums and Apples.
Pumpkins for pie and Blackberries for jam.
This was my Grandpa’s garden.