Things I could only hope to keep forever

Solaciacious, sprawling, radiant golden nuggets, Curcubits, verdant snacks, popping colors that could fill the hearts of families everywhere. While I could only hope to keep up. Hand dirty, beating sun, endless tomatoes. The cost, the time, the people, the haul of zucchini The gargantuan hard-earned harvest. I need a mission statement here: We don't work for each other, ourselves, or even the expectations put in front of us. I’ve come to realize that the vegetable gardens which need us more than we know, (we work for them) hold something that is often overlooked. No matter the nutrition, the arduous back bending, the survivalism That flies in the face of Modern sprawling idealism - It's a chance to come together. Now keep this for me - The lessons learned, the harvest earned Imparts a way to the heart. Perhaps our naivete can be sullied But I hope to keep our renegade harvests anyway. (You can’t out-compete big box stores, yet). The candles burned, and both ends discerned Although I'm glad the time, this summer Has run away on me. I’ll look forward to it next year.