Poem: Carrots and Cabbage
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Last week, I watered
Rows of carrots and cabbage
In raised beds of pine
At the foot of a hill.
This morning, I waded
Through rust-colored mud
To the foot of that hill--
But my garden was gone.
Tomorrow I'll borrow
A rusty old shovel
To dig out my pine beds
And plant seeds for next year.