Tall, gone to seed
Grew quickly like a weed
Seven bright green stems
Tasty little gems
Last week I saw one
I thought their growth was done
But this week I see eight
Growing tall and straight
We’ll let them go to seed
To get more than we need
We may have some to spare
So some of them we’ll share
Three years since the spring
We sowed them in a ring
Roots in shallow rows
In the spot we chose
Asparagus so sweet
I think next year we’ll eat
Steamed, roasted or grilled
Or raw and slightly chilled
a pinch of homestead 