Three rows of peas and three of beans, Four hills, perhaps, of corn, And maybe you don't think it means So much -- but every morn They hurry out to see if night Has brought another seed to light. This row of radishes, the row Of berry bushes, too, Have something more to make them grow Than all your acres do. They all have rain, and sun above, But these have more, for these have love. The little gardens near the street, Amid the city din, Have always seemed to me the sweet, The best to labor in, When every tendril, every vine, Around our happy hearts entwine. For where love plants, there love will reap, And reap a thousandfold; And so a little garden keep And watch its joy unfold. With love to 'tend, and turn the loam, Who makes a garden makes a home. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BIRTH OF VENUS by HAYDEN CARRUTH NOT OUR GOOD LUCK by ROBINSON JEFFERS |