Growing tomatoes is

A worth while task.

I grow them in containers

And in the sun, they bask.

 

Some plants grow small tomatoes

And some are shaped like pears.

Others are like baseballs,

More than the stems can bear.

 

I smell the strong aroma

That tomato plants let loose.

It’s fun to watch the fruit grow 

When the plants produce.

 

I hold the ripe tomatoes

And study their skins.

Each one is a miracle,

A gift that God sends.

 

There is nothing like a garden

To show God’s loving care.

I often come in solitude

To speak to God in prayer.

-Yu/stan/kema-