Here is my ode to tomatoes:
Spring is here, alas I till and toil
For preparation for growth
Is most important in the soil.
To my baby plants I profess my oath
I will water thee, prune weeds
As you grow up and out.
I wait for heat, and watch for my favorite color
To emerge, it is something my soul needs.
German heirloom so rich, Early Girl so stout.
Savoring, enjoying, all I need is another.