Spinach Poems
Ode to Spinach In rows of lush, deep green,spinach thrives in spring’s gleam.Leaves gather light, tender and mild,Nature’s own verdant child.Rich in iron, a hearty fare,In salads tossed with care.Garden beds where dew drops cling,Silent growth as robins sing.Cooked or raw, on plates it lands,Nurtured by caring hands.Vitamins packed within each leaf,Offering winter’s brief relief.Spring…