Watching Carrots Grow

The hours never seem as slow
As when I watch the carrots grow.
I sit upon the sandy loam
Like a noble garden gnome,
Who stationed on his patch of land,
Observes the movements in the sand:
The twinkle of a carrot top
The shadow of a bunny hop
The balmy breeze that wafts through trees
Comes over me, then on my knees,
I kneel before my carrot tops
To check and see just how my crops
Are faring. Are they big or small?
Have these carrots grown at all?
Is each still but a tiny seed
Planted where the earthworms feed?
Beneath the earth, their silent crawls
Have roused the birds, whose flute-like calls
Lull me to sleep for a fine hour.
I hope and pray there’s no rain shower
To mar a lazy summer’s day
Spent dallying the time away,
For hours never seem as slow
As when I watch the carrots grow.