Submitted by Loretta H.

To the garden I must hurry
To the garden I must go.
Early in the morning
I must visit every row.
With dewdrops on the lettuce
So crisp and sweet they taste.
Early is our harvest-
No portion will we waste.
Yellow peppers are in blossom.
Green pole beans are in bloom.
Honey bees gather pollen
in the garden’s sweet perfume.
The strawberries all have ripened.
They are red and juicy-sweet!
Every bite is purest pleasure,
Every mouthful a special treat!
Let us picnic in the garden!
The finest feast is growing there.
Vine ripe bounty now awaits us-
A basket banquet we can share!