'Mis-Planted Seeds' Poem by Linda Winchell

'Mis-Planted Seeds'



Without care or attention to where I threw,
My favorite flower seeds.
They fell between a rocky area,
Filled only with the thorns of weeds.

Yet long after I had forgotten my folly,
I turned to see one spring day.
That my seeds had taken root deep beneath,
The rocks and earthen clay.

Bright colors of the rainbow,
Each standing tall and in their chosen place.
But I will be sure to remember next planting,
To provide my seeds a much more softer space.

By: Linda Winchell

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Chicago Illinois
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