Poem By Herbert Nehrlich

Lattich is the name of little heads
that do grow round inside the garden beds.
Making headway in the growing stage
waiting for the time when it and sage
have reached a size that will suffice
place them inside, perhaps on ice.

So many kinds of lettuce grow
in gardens, they put on a show.
They all make salads in the end
enjoyed by me and one dear friend.

Comments about Lettuce

Nice and simple...very crisp like a good salad.

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