Thursday, February 17, 2011

The Seasons of a Gardener

He Knows No Winter
He knows no winter, he who loves the soil,
For, stormy days, when he is free from toil,
He plans his summer crops, selects his seeds
From bright-paged catalogs for garden needs.
When looking out upon frost-silvered fields,
He visualizes autumn's golden yields;
He sees in snow and sleet and icy rain
Precious moisture for his early grain;
He hears spring-heralds in the storm's ' turmoil­
He knows no winter, he who loves the soil.
                          SUDIE STUART HAGER

1 comment:

Tacoma Homes said...

What a beautiful poem of yours.. it reminds me of a sunny day in my uncle's farm.

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