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Lima Beans

[Prompted by watching my daughter-in-law interacting with her older son
when he wasn’t eating all the food on his plate.]

Not all of life is pleasant,
Not always at our ease,
But if a portion’s on your plate —
You must eat lima beans.

Sometimes life just rolls along,
You get some sweets and treats,
But often it’s the other way —
You must eat lima beans.

[Don’t get me wrong —
Some people like them —
But usually you try to hide them ..

Under your plate,
Under the table,
Give ’em to the dog,
If you’re able.]

Not everything is pleasant;
There’s drudgery in life —
But if you sing a cheerful song,
You might find that you like ..

Lima beans —
buttered, sauteed,
With onions, or in a salad —
They just might please your palate.

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The Summer Gardener

Sweat drools down my face,
Salty taste on my tongue.
With peppermint bug spray,
So far no bugs have stung.

Some crops do well;
Others are a bust.
Bugs get to many;
At least they don’t have rust.

Sometimes all sweaty,
My clothes a bit wet.
I sure need a shower,
But no time for that yet.

Build up the compost,
Water if soil is dry,
Pull all those weeds up;
At least I have to try.

Do a bit of harvesting;
That’s the satisfyin’ part.
All the work I’ve put in —
It’s warming to the heart.

As soon as I come in,
Take a shower right away.
Don’t want those chiggers and skeeters,
To start their itchy way.

Ah, now time for a cool drink,
Chug that water down.
Have a seat in the parlor,
A smile replaces frown.

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I’ll Make You a Garden

I’ll make you a garden,
In which you can tread
On green things that aromas send.

In which you’ll find refreshing shade
Amidst life’s burdens heavy laid.

You’ll see abundant birds and bees,
And squirrels skittering up the trees.

The flowers glorious will be there,
Their fragrance hanging in the air.

The fruits and vegetables will grow —
Might be a few weeds; I don’t know.

There’ll be a bench where you can sit,
And rest your weary bones a bit.

The wind will rustle through your hair;
Accept its presence, if you dare.

You’ll take deep breaths and drink the air —
Finding yourself, you’ll have no care.

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