Counting the Years
When I was born the summer sun was high up in the sky
The green beans they did run and run, up the poles so high!
When I was one tomatoes grew all round and red and plump
I learned to walk, I learned to run and even how to jump!
And then I grew and grew some more and turned the age of two
I learned to speak and sing among the violets so blue.
When I was three I learned to say "I" instead of me
The Lilies of the Valley they grew up right up to my knee.
And I remember when I was a little girl of four
My hands were yellow, buttery bright from dandelions galore!
At five years old I started school and got a watering can
To water the geraniums that grew in pots and pans.
And at the tender age of six, I liked to watch the ants
Crawling on the peony buds and other kinds of plants.
Then the sun went round and round and seven I did turn
Asparagus grew tall and green mid soft and feathery ferns.
And then upon the age of eight, I liked to climb a tree
where apples grew in autumn time for our family.
And at the age of nine years old, our tree of apricots
Gave us loads and loads of fruit, we liked them quite a lot!
At ten years old, I sold my own bunches of homegrown dill
The first money I did make, it really was a thrill!
And now I am much older now, the years go by and by
I do not count them anymore, the numbers are too high!
But I do like to sit and tell stories now and then
Of memories in the garden green from ages one to ten!
© written by Christine Summerfield/August 28, 2018