First, there was the grape arbor
and two winesap apple trees,
after that the vegetable garden
(Daddy plowed and planted,
I hoed and weeded
and dusted insecticide,
Mamma simply reaped,
and all was well) :
next the orchard,
apple trees and peaches
of several varieties,
then the tall wire fence
to keep the goats outside,
behind that the thicket
of wild plums and
daisies and prickly pears,
and finally, hackberries
and hedgeapples
(aka Osage oranges) .
I'm sure
you'll find the treasure
well before the
hackberry patch.
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