In the garden of hope br Grew a marvelous cantaloupe br Starting small, green and oval br Steadily growing; seeking approval br br Between the hours of sunrise and setting br Developing a lovely protective netting br Near maturity its sweetness intensified br Its flesh mingled with fruitful ideas inside br br Reaped and sliced, each piece was sizable br Shared and digested, no longer recognizable br Thrown away were many unproductive seeds… br Dreams were destined to die in the weedsbr br Theresa Ann Moorebr br