Hey, I like that.
Here is my stab at it.
Though some may see the garden as just a place to go to weeds;
These so miss the chance to learn to discipline themselves.
While others love to plan and plant their seeds,
And in the autumn proudly stock their cellar shelves.
The garden is a field where education knows no end;
It is a place to work and watch, and imagine giant things.
It 's a plot to care for, to protect and mend,
And in the coming weeks a tasty crop it brings.
The garden's more than clods and clay and bugs;
Its more than sweat, and blisters though they be.
It is a mini paradise with love and hugs;
A place we share with birds and bumble bees.
This place we call the garden is a happy place to be,
It's an experiment we try from year to year.
It's a place to go alone and walk and talk;
Where only sweet corn lends an ear.
But in the garden,... ears can't hear..and potato eyes don't see;
and garlic toes I think, don't walk,
Yes, cabbage heads are dense, hee hee !
And there the sweet corn goes to stalk.
In spring and summer and in the fall the onions we can eat,
The lettuce, kale, and greens are great to share and show.
And melons, cukes and sweet peas what a treat !
But none can match the tomato, don't you know ?
Who needs to hide the easter egg when you got spuds to dig ?
To find them is a hunt you'll love,
The Lord has planned for you some fun that's big
It all comes from above.