I was buying peaches,
And produce on the square.
The seller was a farmer-
Who dealt with us so fair.
His vegetables were "beauteous"
And the fruit was sweet,
I'd never seen such
Bounty sold there in our street.
So I had to ask him;
Exactly who had grown,
Such a cornucopia...
From the seed they'd sown.
The farmer was a tall man,
And wore a woven hat-
He seemed to stop a moment,
To reflect on that.
Then an answer followed,
That nearly popped my lid...
As he whispered slowly;
"Don't you know... 'HE DID!"

~penned by lynn foust

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