The garden
by C.S. Scotkin
I, for one, can’t wait to see
what Martian soil will bear for me,
when working there for all the hours,
will it bear fruit or will it bear flowers?
What a day! O what a treat!
Souls nourished by our good, red wheat
Ovens of feelings and thoughts shall bake
Bread, cookies with stars and a big plum cake.
Then shall we all, with one accord,
invite the world, across the board,
be us the leaven, O be us the yeast
raise up the spirits, now start the feast.
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