I shall plant blue podded peas,
And melons yellow as a Navajo sun,
With towers of happy beans,
That look like painted orcas.
I shall plant a purple tomatillo,
With tiny yellow tomatoes,
And spires of corn,
As blue as bluejay wings.
I shall weed and hoe,
Will dig and dig again,
Will water, feed, and worry,
But these things I choose to plant.
In my garden where amongst,
The shining sunflowers,
And beans that hold a history,
In my gitigan, my place to call my own.
Other gardeners and other garden experts,
May laugh at me and call my choices odd,
But in gitigan, my gitigan I’m happy,
With the choices and the things that I have done.