Tomatoes

Oh, oh, oh, my friend gave many a tomato.
I could write whole ballad
about the taste of that salad
of ripe tomatoes and feta.
It tasted fabulous, you betcha.
I so much would love to be able
growing buckets of this love apple,
but first I have cut down the cherry tree.
It’s old and decrepit, you see.
Then I begin the mighty toil
building beds, filling them with soil,
tender the plants with so much care,
until finally harvest is there.
Gather the beautiful bounty
grown in the mild weather of this county.
And if you are near,
I’d share with you, my Dear.