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Sonnet to my Garden

Though fierce heat waves have sapped me of all strength,
intimidated not to risk outdoors
lest feebly I succumb to it at length,
I still prefer my hot climate to yours.
In summer time, stone fruit are in season,
plump apricots and plums to tempt the taste,
and mangoes, cheeks a-blush beyond all reason,
so thankful I...and nothing goes to waste.

My garden yields crispy things for salad,
returns made for the labour of these hands,
tomatoes , celery crunchy, pallid,
all fruitful in big boxes up on stands.
Hoping you've a vision of my garden,
If not, then adieu and beg your pardon.

By cherryk

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