Aunt Hannah's Bounty

Great Aunt Hannah's bounty

Began years and years ago

How her passion started

I cannot say I know

She had a way with gardens

With flowers and little seeds

She tended them as children

With devotion to their needs

She would sow them at the full moon

Good fortune to embrace

She would kneel to give her full care

One with nature's grace

You might have thought her crazy

How she doted on them so

Yet when the perfect time came

A glorious feast would grow

She passed along the best fruit

To all who might receive it

A present of her deepest love

To whomever would believe it

I don't know what became of her

I was too young to remember

Still I see her bounty

From April through September