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“Guard an apple!

Men was created,

Not to eat, but to see it all…

Now, we own it all and eat it all.”

“Garden”

VaChikepe: The Poet

t327@duke.edu

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Our garden is our ancestor’s garden.
A place to grow, feed and work!
I found beauty and nutrients in the maize, the pumpkin, and the beans.
They called Milpa.

Nothing is standardized, but is not beauty find it in the differences?

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It's a place of wonder-
To ground us in hopes
To grow our love
To help us breathe in adventure.

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I'm just one beautiful flower in my Father's garden.
I hope my aroma is sweet
And doesn't cause other flowers to retreat.
One day, all the beautiful flowers will meet.
--DYButler

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My contribution of 4 lines to Our Garden - Renga Poem

From generation to generation
A big horn far from yielding to the dot, Africa is.
Nevertheless, an apple of the eye that shall keep innovating
From stone way past drone age

Brian Manyati aka Towandah Ryan 🇿🇼
tawandamanyati@gmail.com
+263772815211

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My garden is a place of peace
Where stress and worry start to cease
Tomatoes, basil, roses bloom
Nature's beauty fills the room

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Spring flowers in the sand
Once beautifully displayed
Have shone their glory
And now begin to fade
Soon new blooms will show their face
And continue to make the boardwalk
A beautiful place

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My garden
Is everywhere and nowhere
It’s building
And rebuilding everyday.

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Tiny blossoms hold hope of fruitful futures.

Bees buzz to deliver a missing jigsaw of possibilities.

New leaves emerge red to gather the sun’s energy for greener transition.

Birds intermingle and amphibians sing to celebrate Spring.

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Cockle burrs, Johnson grass,
And giant rag weeds
Have no place in our fields;
All they do is steal our yields.

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The creator God was right to frontline working you,

The anchor of life,

Cure for gastro desires, the list is endless,

Oh...what a great partner!

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Our garden is a place of joy and of rest,
one that allows us to do our very best,
as spring is arriving and ushers in growth,
how grateful we are as we hold onto hope.

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Golden gum leaves dance in the breeze,
Kookaburras laugh with playful ease,
Kangaroos bound with grace and might,
In Australian bushland's pure delight.

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Makerere University College of Agricultural and Environmental Sciences, University Road, Kampala

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Makerere University College of Agricultural and Environmental Sciences, University Road, Kampala

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Makerere University College of Agricultural and Environmental Sciences, University Road, Kampala

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Our Garden...our motivation...our passion...our livelihood!
Our Garden, the one that has served us, is serving us and will serve the generation to come!

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My Garden is Messy
My Garden is Chaotic
My Garden is productive
My Garden is ALIVE.

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Penn State University, State College, PA

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Penn State University, State College, PA

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Penn State University, State College, PA

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In our garden, the bees dance and sing,

Pollinating flowers in perfect spring,

The scent of daffodils fill the air,

Nature's beauty beyond compare.

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We look at the same sky,
the same soil, many seeds.
Giving thanks, we plant
watered with hope, for future needs.

~ Linda Trott Dickman

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Milkweed blooms in colors so grand,
A haven for monarchs, a nursery planned,
Caterpillars feast, their hunger sated,
Butterflies take flight, nature celebrated.

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Booker T. Washington National Monument, Booker T Washington Highway, Hardy, VA, USA

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Booker T. Washington National Monument, Booker T Washington Highway, Hardy, VA, USA

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Booker T. Washington National Monument, Booker T Washington Highway, Hardy, VA, USA

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Nature’s garden blooms
at Booker T. Washington’s birthplace.
Just as his ideas bloomed
to lift others up.

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The garden is everywhere
In between buildings of urban, in the cracks of the sidewalks,
sprouting inbetween brick buildings
It’s still there, hidden in plain sight

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To see beyond these flowers

Or sunny vegetables

To see a bit beyond them --

Yes, to thank earthworms down deep

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To see beyond these flowers

Or sunny vegetables

To see a bit beyond them --

Yes, to thank earthworms down deep

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My garden isn't always polished
The dandelions and wildflowers grow free
Sometimes true garden beauty
Is found in imperfection