Emeralds are growing in this plot of mine;
Wet diamonds drip along each stem and blade.
Pea pods hold treasured pearls of the vine,
Rich mud deposits wealth upon my spade.
Huge heads of cabbage split with dewy weight
Match mercenary broccoli’s envied green.
Tomatoes blushed like rubies tempt and bait.
Potatoes’ karats gain interest unseen,
While beans of jade hide underneath soft leaf,
And sweet corn kernels ripen time to gold.
Why should I share my gems with raccoon thief?
Let’s harvest booty till the ground turns cold.
A cornucopia of food to live!
Thanksgiving’s a small price for us to give.
a poem in my pocket 
Oct 25, 2013 @ 21:01:17
Lovely treasures 🙂
Oct 23, 2013 @ 18:59:55
Oh this lovely — a sonnet of the real treasures. I can feel the taste of those gems you have. Great form too
Oct 23, 2013 @ 11:48:37
This is lovely, we certainly should be thankful for the deliscious produce we are blessed with. 🙂
Oct 23, 2013 @ 03:41:06
Edible treasures!! Love it.
Oct 23, 2013 @ 02:50:51
Rich with imagery! Very vivid and alive.
Oct 23, 2013 @ 02:43:03
nice, I say as my garden dries off in the heat and dry winds…I am grateful for whatever food it provides… yes we should thank the farmers!
Oct 23, 2013 @ 02:31:21
Love this poem! Such a great tribute to farms & farmers and all they provide. 🙂
Oct 23, 2013 @ 02:38:05
Yes, farmers feed the world. Thanks for stopping by my garden, Katie!
Oct 23, 2013 @ 02:06:52
smiles…we should def be thankful for the harvest…i do leave a bit for the animals though…they get the gleanings…we are all trying to survive you know…smiles.
Oct 23, 2013 @ 02:11:56
true enough…the little critters need to get their share too 🙂