I planted my first one,
about ten years ago.
I had know idea it would take,
two and a half years to grow.
... but I'm learning as I go,
and I'm better than I was,
ten years ago.
Sometimes I still,
buy them from the store,
but the ones from my backyard,
is so much sweeter though.
If anything, it teaches you patience.
I, literally, reap what I sow.
Again... I, literally, enjoy,
the fruits of my labor,
as my knowledge of pineapples,
continues to grow.
Thankfully, they're low maintenance.
It doesn't really take much:
just water, sun, and weed and bug spray,
but most importantly,
it needs the Lord's touch.
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Author:
Dion P. Crown (Pseudonym) (
Online) - Published: June 17th, 2025 03:01
- Comment from author about the poem: Persistence is key
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Comments4
A beautiful metaphor in this poem as we all grow in our own garden. Most lovely
Thanks, but it is not actually a metaphor. I physically grow pineapples in my backyard. Persistence is key
I grow them too but I guess I see metaphors in everything
As in life you reap what you sow, lovely write
Beautiful
Can’t wait to try one in a couple years 😋
You will, my love.
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