Compost tea made with 27 things,
Full of promise, friable and loose.
Shall we put the compost on the grass in the spring?
No let’s wait a little longer so it’s not used up.
Shall we disc the compost into April oat fields?
No let’s wait a little longer so it’s not used up.
Shall we plow the compost into May corn fields?
No let’s wait a little longer so it’s not used up.
Let’s stir the compost, let’s examine the tea.
It’s stronger and smaller, but it still smells sweet.
Shall we fertilize fields after hay’s put up?
No let’s wait a little longer so it’s not used up.
Shall we spread on new seeding after straw is made?
No let’s wait a little longer so it’s not used up.
Shall we sprinkle on pastures before an August rain?
No let’s wait a little longer so it’s not used up.
Everything is brown and harvest is complete,
Let’s put it on the fields before the snow is deep.
O farmer, tight farmer, you have waited too long.
The compost shrunk and the compost is gone.
Curiousfarmer 