Friday, July 24, 2009


Metal and grit
shovel and dirt
Inevitable severage
Indubitable hurt
Bud to root
Here to there
Healing begins
No worse for wear
The leaves may droop
My stem might sag
They'll still bear fruit
Mine harvest shan't lag.


michelle said...

You seem to have survived the transplant quite nicely!

Kurt Knudsen said...

so impressed with your pepper pods!

Ann said...

Love the poem. I bet those are going to have the best "earthy" taste!

Rebecca said...

Wow, those peppers!