by Fresh Roots | Mar 6, 2014 | Field Poetry
Our lives our rife; like a farmer’s life – filled with leaves and roots We don our jackets willingly, and we all put on rainproof boots. Hunched over ground, each seeded mound sprouts forth a little leaf and begins the ride, true and tried, from main dish...
by Fresh Roots | Feb 13, 2014 | Field Poetry
Springtime flowers, in sunshine hours; populate the earth I’ve seen those pussy willows, and the crocuses give birth Our sleeves are up, our rain pants on, and we’re already on the go We’re just waiting for our friends so we can start to grow So join...
by Fresh Roots | Feb 5, 2014 | Field Poetry
Hibernating’s easy when you’ve got a coat of fur But for parsley growing in the cold – let’s just all say… “burrrr…” This ain’t Quebec upon last check, but still this place is cold And all our veggies want a place...
by Fresh Roots | Jan 16, 2014 | Field Poetry
Now gardening’s a summer thing, you say you heard one time But let me say to you today, that growing cold is prime Sweetness comes and sweetness goes, within a summer heat; But in the cold, a plant’s sugar holds, making it a treat!
