Gardener at Heart - Book Two


The rain cloud came and shook its marble bag

And challenged the whole garden to a game;

The broccoli alone took up the brag,

Stood up and calmly made a counterclaim;

At once the cloud hurled down the worst it had—

It sent its marbles pelting thick and fast—

But nothing fazed the broccoli a tad,

Though all the carrots flattened in the blast...

By noon the growling cloud had trailed away,

A-grump and dragging its now-empty tote;

And left behind in each blue leaf there lay

A hard-won marble, round as any note,

     A living crystal gem that, now it’s manned,

     Rolls magically in each leafy hand.

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