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Click hereFruits the size of fist-balls
cling and the vines rise
as if some amusement ride
the amazing cantaloupe vine ride
will sling you across the yard
and Kentucky wonder pole beans
climb the jute rope matrix
a mesh of string on a frame
that once was my afternoon
nap-time swing.
Now I imagine them all engaged
in a game of garden catapult,
the melons are first in line
for the pelting of the neighbor's
tomatoes at high noon.
I can see and taste this beauty...have a little trouble dancing to it, but left with an eye and belly full. Good poem.
This struck a chord with me my melons are not doing well! What a good idea to come up with though well done.
What an imagination! Only a gardener could see a carnival among the melons or imagine pelting the neighbours tomatoes. Great fun. <p> Tess
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