Tuesday, June 28, 2011

Tomato Plant

I feel out of place here
I’m one of a kind
Surrounded by colorful blooms.
Who even cramp my space.

A stake was pushed in the dirt behind me
Then twine to splint us together
Like some old man who can’t stand up straight
And needs a cane for support

The rain came today and wet me down
I drink it into my roots up to my limbs
The dirt beneath me remains moist
Helped by my lady who cares for me 

Every morning my lady looks at me,
Touches me gently (oh so nice)
And just oohs and aaaahhs
For I have produced three small green tomatoes

I stretch myself tall reaching for the sun
 I don’t want to disappoint her
I have heard her say if I produce
She will have more of my kind next year

Wish I could be there with them
But for now I do my job alone
Making it hopeful for others to follow
In my place for I will be gone.

1 comment:

  1. Great story JP, you are much better than you think.