Seedlings From This Years Seed Packets

Seedlings …

Seedlings From This Years Seed Packets
As seedlings take root…

Seedlings From This Years Seed Packets

“Eat responsibly…” Wendell Berry

1. Seedlings

Whether microplot

a red brick keyhole garden

dollar store planter.

Turning over soil

with a healthy mix of earth

layered bottom rock.

As seedlings take root

feel a sudden sense of hope

of fresh vegetables.

Cabbage froze in dew

with discolored wilted leaves

one small new leaf sprouts.

Fresh squash and onion

there my luck with spinach

or my cilantro.

Low to the moist ground

a patch of my seedlings grow

light green two leaf young.

The joy of the spade

As it reaches old topsoil

under a new sun.

With these cilantro seedlings...
The herbs ask to rise along…

2. Gardens

With this cilantro

the herbs ask to rise along

a movement of taste.

I wake to the dew

frozen in early springtime

balanced on green tips.

Moment of worry

about safety of seedlings

the promise of crops.

A future salad

mixed with many homegrown greens

the ones that pushed through.

The cabbage struggles

with the weight of the real world

no greenhouse comfort.

But this is all dream

based on these sturdy young sprouts

pushing towards the light.

To turn this vision

of numbness and sedation

into daily food.

Some wheatgrass seedlings held sway...
Heading quickly towards sky…

3. Wheatgrass

Some wheatgrass held strong

heading quickly to the sky

grown to fill a niche.

Or to kneel on ground

with gentle optimism

to move each new sprout.

Labels start to fade

lose track of the cantalope

this small yard garden.

Remove husks from beans

whose vines crawl into view

with morning coffee.

With some luck and love

a garden will take the shape

of this given space.

These spring garden dreams

a desire that runs deep

tomato for sauce.

With enough to share

this fresh food with our neighbors

here’s too many meals.

Each seedling a prayer...
With hopes to share crops…

4. Vegetables

Youthful reminders

of what can grow from our world

created in love.

Grown from our Mother

made from our own fingertips

returning to Earth.

Each seed a prayer

slowly heading to heaven

when answered will bloom.

With hopes to share crops

with our downtrodden neighbors

this food our reason.

Above these new barns

cherry blossoms gently fall

soft blanket of white.

With love-me-not bloom

their blooms may stir our love

return to embrace.

These are my visions

of a peaceful quiet life

enjoy homegrown food.



Jamie Lee Hamann
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Jamie Lee Hamann

My name is Jamie Lee Hamann and I have a passion for writing short fiction and poetry. I started writing for TCE around 2015 and since then I have finished seven collections of poetry and plans for more. I currently live in Lemmon Valley NV with my family. If you desire to find my other work on the internet feel free to stop by my website The website offers articles on poetry, poems, and links to all my other writing.

5 thoughts on “Seedlings From This Years Seed Packets

  • May 5, 2019 at 12:19 PM

    Most wonderful and creative verse. Homegrown is always better. Brings back memories of my garden back in Latvia. Thank you for the memories.

  • May 5, 2019 at 3:36 PM

    Lovely verse that I can relate to Jamie. We were frustrated trying to keep a vegetable garden watered, weeded and maintained, so decided to buy large pots and grow vegetables in them. It has worked a treat because we can move them to suit the sun, shade and rain. We have had an abundance of tomatoes and lettuce, and the capsicums and cucumbers are almost large enough to eat. Thanks for sharing your garden. I hope it brings and abundance for you and your neighbors.

  • May 6, 2019 at 9:22 AM

    I wish I was a gardener, I down have the time during the day to maintain it. Good luck with it this year. Freshly grown vegetables are the best for sauce.

  • May 11, 2019 at 2:54 PM

    Thank you Paul, Phyllis, John and Rasma. I appreciate all your comments and I am happy that you enjoyed the poem. Jamie


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