Friday, July 07, 2006
Poetry by Barbara Salamon
Vegie Magic On Crown Road
Mum's vegetable garden
was ordered, green and lush.
Sundry shapes fed us and
the lot worked on rotation principles.
New plantings began at middle fence
and rows right angled
a dead centre footpath.
Our garden party atmosphere
Was full of bubbles and balloons
As twice through twenty feet of baby carrots
We cracked and crunched
Munched and chewed.
Quiet dusk arrived with mum
who gazed out on a whirly show
of feathered fronds from carrot tops
sprawling greener brighter layers
of new seasoned light.
- Barbara Peta Salamon 2006
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