Yellow dandelion
Where have you gone?
I give you these seeds
To gaze upon...
Each little seed
Waiting to fly
Till the wind blows them
High in the sky.
How do they know
When to let go?
They just dance and twirl
And go with the flow!
Feast of the Seven Fishes
17 hours ago
The Seedling by Paul Dunbar
ReplyDeleteAs a quiet little seedling
Lay within its darksome bed,
To itself it fell a-talking,
And this is what it said:
"I am not so very robust,
But I 'll do the best I can;"
And the seedling from that moment
Its work of life began.
So it pushed a little leaflet
Up into the light of day,
To examine the surroundings
And show the rest the way.
The leaflet liked the prospect,
So it called its brother, Stem;
Then two other leaflets heard it,
And quickly followed them.
To be sure, the haste and hurry
Made the seedling sweat and pant;
But almost before it knew it
It found itself a plant.
The sunshine poured upon it,
And the clouds they gave a shower;
And the little plant kept growing
Till it found itself a flower.
Little folks, be like the seedling,
Always do the best you can;
Every child must share life's labor
Just as well as every man.
And the sun and showers will help you
Through the lonesome, struggling hours,
Till you raise to light and beauty
Virtue's fair, unfading flowers.
I just love this poem about the seedling... it makes me smile in a joyful way! Thank you, Bill!
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