This field is close to the library that I visit and I keep wondering why the cabbage was never picked.
I had to go in search for a poem about cabbage and found more of them than I imagined possible. This short, silly poem seemed perfect. It will never be confused with the other great poems found on Garden Bloggers' Muse Day, but still it's fun.
LOVE IS LIKE A CABBAGE
My love is like a cabbage
Divided into two,
The leaves I give to others,
The heart I give to you.
Author Unknown




