Jalapeño Pepper
A joyous poem at the success of the garden
I know what victory feels like
I haven’t won many fights
But the sun ripened vines
Bring joy to mind
I know love’s careful care
Hands callused, arms bare
The opportunity to share
But eat it, I don’t dare
I know perseverance
Taking a chance
On weather and unweathered hands
More talent than at first glance
I know what is a heart
A warm beat at the start
The Earth’s local mart
Loaded into my cart
I know unbridled joys
Hopefulness given a voice
Earth’s jewels the wind’s toys
All my being makes joyful noise
I know what is accomplishment
Hard work’s deserved achievement
The successful establishment
In the ground of life sustainment
About the Creator
Emily Dickerson
Hopeful and young, full of love. From my heart high praises are sung. For this reason I am here: to love and serve and bring all souls near. <3
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