She had a yard no bigger than most
But saw it wide as prairie sky
She planted herbs for food not boast
And left the gates forever wide
Her garden welcomed all who came
Refugees the old the poor
She said The sun forgets no name
So neither should a kitchen door
She grew not just what fed the mouth
But stories rich in root and rain
She turned her north into the south
And gave the world her joy and grain
Now even when her steps grow slow
Her harvest circles near and far
For she made earth equalitys home
And proved compassion grows like stars