Ode to Rhubarb
Oh rhubarb, dear rhubarb, I sing now your praise
you give so much more than some crops that I raise.
Your needs are so simple, you ask not for much
but give rosy red stalks and leaves large and lush.
You have many uses that most do not know
with merit so great as you flourish and grow.
Leaves can be boiled for insecticide,
a natural form so no toxins reside.
You’ve given yourself for pies, muffins, cakes,
jams, sauces and relish; so much to create.
I’ve been told that your juice makes a mighty fine wine
I’ve not tried it yet, but just give me time!
As a medicine plant you’ve been widely known
to cure many ailments, like tummies that groan.
A cup of you cooked has the calcium they say
of a big glass of milk without lactose or whey.
Let me give just like rhubarb in God’s garden of life,
sharing all that I can and not causing strife.
Let Him find many uses for gifts I’ve been given
til my life reflects Jesus -that’s my reason for livin’