OLD GEEZERS of LA CONNER FLATS
There are stories told, of a legend old, from Rockport clear to Bow,
Of Andy's old Geezers, real crowd pleasers, that will make your tear drops flow.
They were the guys, who would analyze and grade each veggie by it's merit,
If it was good, and they could, with farmers and friends they would share it.
They flocked together like birds of a feather, to show their talents and skills,
With hoe and rake, it was give and take, in gardening they got their thrills.
They were volunteers, who were aged with years, they come in trucks and cars,
A crew of men, you'll not see again, if you travel as far as Mars.
This was the crew, known only by few, of Andy and Bob Hart,
Who grabbed their tools and broke the rules, to show off their gardening art.
They planted the seeds and pulled the weeds, they helped the garden grow,
With experience wise, they would fertilize, and irrigate each row.
Tuesday mornings between eight and nine, snow, sleet or hail, rain or shine,
This was the day they came to stay, dig in the dirt, mud, or grime.
Doctors, farmers, men of the sea, all members of gardenings aristocracy,
These were the gardens aristocrats, their place of labor was La Conner Flats.
There was Tom and Richard, Floyd and Glyn, Charlie and Bruce, Henri and Jim,
Rex and Homer, Steve and Dean, Lee, Bob ,Bob, Bob, and Bob, and of course there's Kim.
They grew corn before you were born, their motto was "Quest for the Best"
From research new, the good they grew, and composted all the rest.
When their gardening days came to an end, from this earth they did ascend,
Their legacy, for all to see, was a garden abundant where weeds had been.
Cabbage, corn, tomatoes and peas, and flowers snuggled among the trees,
A garden worth it's weight in gold, for the very young and old, and the honey bees.
St. Peter at the Pearly Gate, as he read their eternal fate, said , "Before I open up the slats,
You should know, your garden will grow, different from La Conner Flats."
"There's not much weedin' in the Garden of Eden, we do it with a pair of tweezers,
So come on in, there's room for men, who answer to Andy's ' OLD GEEZERS'.
.
There are stories told, of a legend old, from Rockport clear to Bow,
Of Andy's old Geezers, real crowd pleasers, that will make your tear drops flow,
They were the guys, who would analyze and grade each veggie by it's merit,
If it was good, and they could, with farmers and friends they would share it.
Bob Case - Anacortes
(my apology to the lady volunteers)
Of Andy's old Geezers, real crowd pleasers, that will make your tear drops flow.
They were the guys, who would analyze and grade each veggie by it's merit,
If it was good, and they could, with farmers and friends they would share it.
They flocked together like birds of a feather, to show their talents and skills,
With hoe and rake, it was give and take, in gardening they got their thrills.
They were volunteers, who were aged with years, they come in trucks and cars,
A crew of men, you'll not see again, if you travel as far as Mars.
This was the crew, known only by few, of Andy and Bob Hart,
Who grabbed their tools and broke the rules, to show off their gardening art.
They planted the seeds and pulled the weeds, they helped the garden grow,
With experience wise, they would fertilize, and irrigate each row.
Tuesday mornings between eight and nine, snow, sleet or hail, rain or shine,
This was the day they came to stay, dig in the dirt, mud, or grime.
Doctors, farmers, men of the sea, all members of gardenings aristocracy,
These were the gardens aristocrats, their place of labor was La Conner Flats.
There was Tom and Richard, Floyd and Glyn, Charlie and Bruce, Henri and Jim,
Rex and Homer, Steve and Dean, Lee, Bob ,Bob, Bob, and Bob, and of course there's Kim.
They grew corn before you were born, their motto was "Quest for the Best"
From research new, the good they grew, and composted all the rest.
When their gardening days came to an end, from this earth they did ascend,
Their legacy, for all to see, was a garden abundant where weeds had been.
Cabbage, corn, tomatoes and peas, and flowers snuggled among the trees,
A garden worth it's weight in gold, for the very young and old, and the honey bees.
St. Peter at the Pearly Gate, as he read their eternal fate, said , "Before I open up the slats,
You should know, your garden will grow, different from La Conner Flats."
"There's not much weedin' in the Garden of Eden, we do it with a pair of tweezers,
So come on in, there's room for men, who answer to Andy's ' OLD GEEZERS'.
.
There are stories told, of a legend old, from Rockport clear to Bow,
Of Andy's old Geezers, real crowd pleasers, that will make your tear drops flow,
They were the guys, who would analyze and grade each veggie by it's merit,
If it was good, and they could, with farmers and friends they would share it.
Bob Case - Anacortes
(my apology to the lady volunteers)
