harvest poems

This year’s harvest
could’ve fed the hungry,
if the deer hadn’t eaten the
tops off the okra stalks.
If the grasshoppers didn’t swarm and
eat every green thing I had planted,
except my cucumbers.
The potatoes stayed underground
during the blight and survived.
Several rain showers helped to bring on
more leaves on the base of the okra stalks.
We are hoping something doesn’t nibble
on the yellow blooms peeking out for a second chance,
so they can hopefully present themselves.