

and Seed Farm 
Dover, N. H. 
1945 
BUTTERNUT SQUASH 
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G. I. Garden 
By Gladys McKee 
One had tomato seeds, another had corn, 
And one had pole beans, a garden was born. 
The land was mostly coral, but hope in a heart 
Cuts through a jungle and tears a rock apart. 
The tropic moon is silver as the garden grows 
And the men sit and watch the narrow, greening rows 
Like children at a window watching round a bend 
When the day is loneliest, hoping for a friend. 





