Creation falls across the land
As the summer crop thrives.
The gardener waits in anticipation
For onions, tomatoes, and chives.
Grow, thrive, grow; harvest time at hand
Grow, thrive, pick; the harvest preserved and canned.
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So crisp, how sweet; A garden treat.
The hard work begins to pay
Enjoy it fresh, such a delight.
Save some for another day.
Grow, thrive, grow; harvest time at hand
Grow, thrive, pick; the harvest preserved and canned.
Oh, what a delight, the baskets full,
With fruits and vegetables splendid.
Soon fall will come, and sadly
The growing season ended.
Grow, thrive, grow; harvest time at hand
Grow, thrive, pick; the harvest preserved and canned.
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Grow, Thrive, Grow
by Stephanie Daich
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