A Visit from the Farmer
Lyrically re-spun by Vanessa Portillo
'Twas the new winter solstice, when all through the farm,
Not a rabbit was munching, nor causing any harm.
The snap peas were climbing the trellis with care,
In hopes that their harvester soon would be there.
The crops were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of N-P-K danced in their heads.
When out in the field there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the garden to see what was the matter.
Away to the raised beds I sprung like a coil,
Tore open the burlap and uncovered the soil.
When, what to my wondering eyes should reveal,
But red wiggler worms, and a fresh banana peel.
With freshly laid mulch to make the soil warmer,
I knew in a moment it must be the farmer!
He was dressed all in flannel, from his head to his boots,
And his clothes were all tarnished with soil and roots.
A bundle of compost he had flung on his back,
And he looked like Santa, just opening his pack.
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled all the gardens, then turned with a jerk.
He packed up his shovel and took off his gloves,
Grabbed all his tools and flew off like a dove.
But I heard him exclaim, as he went out of sight,
"Happy solstice to all, and to all a good night!"