A little earth, and a handful of seeds,
Some rain, and the sunshine, are all the needs
Of my garden. Of course there is sweat in it too–
For every pleasure there’s work to do.
But, counting the miracles that spring:
The colors, the fragrance, the scissored charm
Of the blossoms; and the tongue-tempting sing
Of my own green eating from a backyard “farm”,
I can discount my labor as one of the needs;
Which leaves me God–and a handful of seeds.
by Ray Romine Tuesday, January 15, 1946
