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Four Small, Red Bricks
by Dawn Huffaker
Friday, March 25, 2011
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I learned about gardening at a very young age. Here is a poem about that experience.


Four Small, Red Bricks
When I was a wee one,
About four years old or so,
My folks had a beautiful garden
On the south side of our rock house.
Everything grew tall and strong -
From white Dinner Plate Dahlias to
Sweet, yellow NK-199 corn.
I was mesmerized by it all!
One day, I asked my father
If I could plant my own garden.
He said that it was okay with him.
So, on the outside of the garden fence,
Four small, red bricks outlined
My very first vegetable garden.
I planted one carrot seed,
And one radish seed.
With love and water, they soon sprouted.
Each day, my mom would set me by my garden,
And I would look after them.
From nothing to something, they became,
And I was excited to see the green tops.
I asked her, "When will they be ready?"
She told me that I would have to decide.
What a decision! It was tricky, too!
For while I could see the leafy tops,
I did not know how big the roots had become.
When I decided that it was time,
I pulled them both.
I was proud of my first crop,
Even though from adults eyes,
My carrot was forked,
And my radish was pithy!
Gardening is still in my blood.
I am happiest when I see new, spring shoots
Peeking out from the sleepy, winter ground,
And I know that the world is coming alive.
2011 © Dawn L. Huffaker
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Reviewed by Regis Auffray 4/29/2011
It is wonderful to watch things grow, Dawn. Thank you for sharing. Love and best wishes,

Reviewed by John Flanagan 3/26/2011
" carrot seed,
And one radish seed."
What a start to an adventure!

This is a lovely realised poem, Dawn,
full of hope and promise and sheer joy.

Reviewed by Karen Palumbo 3/25/2011
Oh Dawn, I can sense your inner spirit remembering your first garden. Been getting all the winter debris and weeds out, tomorrow will put down new potting soil and nutrients and the planting begins again. Nice to read your words, God bless...

Be always safe,
Reviewed by Christine Tsen 3/25/2011
Digging in and watching the garden grow is a miraculous process :)
So cheerful!
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