Poet: Catherine Pulsifer
A tiny seed, so small I hold it in my palm,
Yet its potential shows when in the garden it is placed.
Its life-filled potential greater than a child's dreams.
Awakens with the miracle of God's grace it seems.
Our creativity is a gift from the Divine.
The seedling slowly inches for the sun above.
As it grows, I'm forever thankful to our loving Lord -
Thankful for the garden we will grow together with love!
Christian Poems
Poet: Catherine Pulsifer
Life is like a garden,
Planted with what we sow,
A road of hard work,
Results, sometimes slow.
Yet none can know the beauty to come,
After months of steps and hum,
For a tiny seed pushed through,
With strength and determination too.
Before our eyes a bounty it grows,
Ensuring success we’ll reap what we've sowed.
An ever-hopeful journey of expectation
The garden rewards with compensation.
Through hardship the bud blossoms into a flower,
The same is true of our goals if we put in the hours.
A purpose for hope is alive in every blooming petal and leaf,
Encouraging us forward until our goals are complete.
Poems Of Encouragement
Poet: Catherine Pulsifer
A garden so green,
A sight so pure,
Planting the seeds
I did cure
Bringing life to this Earth,
Watching it grow and burst
In happiness and light
I was immersed
A fruit salad emerges
From the soil
Colorful vegetables
Wither my toil
From this effort of mine,
Satisfaction is defined
Where I enjoy each and every
Succulent veggie that has been refined.
Poems About Effort
Poet: Douglas Malloch
Whoever makes a garden
Has never worked alone;
the rain has always found it,
The sun has always known;
The wind has blown across it
And helped to scatter seeds;
Whoever makes a garden
Has all the help he needs.
Whoever makes a garden
Should surely not complain,
With someone like the sunshine
And someone like the rain
And someone like the breezes
To aid him in his toil
And someone like the Father
Who gave the garden soil.
Whoever makes a garden
Has, oh, so many friends;
The glory of the morning
The dew when daylight ends.
For rain and wind and sunshine
And dew and fertile sod;
And he who makes a garden
Works hand and hand with God.
Poems About God
Poet: Unknown
Plant three rows of peas:
Peace of mind
Peace of heart
Peace of soul
Plant four rows of squash:
Squash gossip
Squash indifference
Squash grumbling
Squash selfishness
Plant four rows of lettuce:
Lettuce be faithful
Lettuce be kind
Lettuce be obedient
Lettuce really love one another
No garden should be without turnips:
Turnip for meetings
Turnip for service
Turnip to help one another
Water freely with patience and
Cultivate with love.
There is abundance in your garden
Because you reap what you sow.
To conclude our garden,
We must have thyme:
Thyme for God
Thyme for study
Thyme for prayer
Garden Quotes
Short Verses about Garden Growing
Rose among the roots, the maiden-fair
Wine scented and poetic soul
of the capacious salad bowl.
Robert Louis Stevenson
the white bean
and the great squash
are tied with the rainbow.
Listen! the rain's drawing near!
The voice of the bluebird is heard.
Navaho Indian Chant
My heart beets for you, with your turnip nose, and radish face.
You are a peach. If we cantaloupe, lettuce marry.
Weed make a swell pear.
Author Unknown
wine and tarragon make it French.
Sour cream makes it Russian;
lemon and cinnamon make it Greek.
Soy sauce makes it Chinese;
garlic makes it good.
Alice May Brock
tomato worms on tomato vines.
She is perfectly still, calm and concerned;
poised by the vines, hunting for worms.
Mike Garofalo
You won't find in any manuals -
I know it's strange, but I can change
Perennials to annuals.
Dick Emmons
And give to ev'ry plant its name and rank.
Taught by Linne; yet I perceive in all.
Or known or unknown, in the garden raised.
Or nurtured in the hedgerow or a field,
A secret something which delights my eye.
James Hurdis
My garden spade can heal, a woodland walk,
A quest of river grapes, a mocking thrush.
A wild rose, a rock-loving columbine.
Salve my worst wounds.
Ralph Waldo Emerson
Is hotly up that not the swart sun’s blaze,
Down beating with unmitigated rays,
Nor scorching winds from fiery deserts borne,
Shall quite prevail to leave it bare and shorn
Of its green beauty, shall not quite prevail
That all its morning freshness shall exhale,
Till evening and the evening dews return, -
A blessing such as this our hearts might reap,
The freshness of the garden they might share,
Through the long day a heavenly freshness keep,
If, knowing how the day and the day’s glare
Must beat upon them, we would largely steep
And water them betimes with dews of prayer.
Richard C. Trench
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