Aly Miller

Aly Miller

Aly Miller

A soul that's pure like real vanilla,

Brooklyn had to go and steal her.

Complexion white like good Tequila.

If she promises, believe her;

She puts to action her ideas.

A new CSA site leader,

Community activist figure,

She's always part of something bigger.

Her garden's probably a No-Tiller.

Tired of kale as a box filler.

But her smile's a painkiller,

And her grams don't need a filter.

Found a peace that comes from in her;

A dream architect and builder.

Knows the farms that produced her dinner,

Even through the dead of winter. 

She's so chill it'll give you shivers.

Aly Miller, you ain't no beginner.

In the race from farm to table, 

Lady, please, you're a winner.