"Fed Up"
Walk softly now, and tread on fertile ground.
A garden spirit swirls around your head.
See the sacred, sacrificial mound
The sanctity of soil that feeds the dead.
What once was thriving green has gone away
A testament to toil upon the land.
In yellow light the corn yet shyly sways
The empty stalks weep calmly where they stand.
Another year of harvest passes by
Another season reaches fruitful end.
And everytime I think of it I cry
At least I have some Pumpkins left to tend.
The Eggplant Parmesan was truly best
I think I'll let the rabbits have the rest.
I do have Geen Beans, Eggplant, Corn, and Peppers left.
So I lied!
yes, GEEN BEANS.
Walk softly now, and tread on fertile ground.
A garden spirit swirls around your head.
See the sacred, sacrificial mound
The sanctity of soil that feeds the dead.
What once was thriving green has gone away
A testament to toil upon the land.
In yellow light the corn yet shyly sways
The empty stalks weep calmly where they stand.
Another year of harvest passes by
Another season reaches fruitful end.
And everytime I think of it I cry
At least I have some Pumpkins left to tend.
The Eggplant Parmesan was truly best
I think I'll let the rabbits have the rest.
I do have Geen Beans, Eggplant, Corn, and Peppers left.
So I lied!
yes, GEEN BEANS.