A Speckle Of Seed Poem by Richard D Remler

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Millicent planted a Whatwuzzit Seed
In the very center of town,
Where the sidewalks are crackled,
And warped by the years,
In a thin patch of soil she'd found.

She planted it one afternoon in late May,
And watered it with her root beer.
She left it to the starlight, and sunlight, and rain,
Til the warming of Summer was near.

It sprouted and grew when she wasn't about~
She did not see the green leaves that it bore.
She missed how its branches stretched into the sky,
And the blossoms of gold that it wore.

She'd forgotten she'd planted it there in the sun ~
On an afternoon somewhere in May.
To leave it to nature's fine graces, of course,
Before she'd kindly went on her way.

But Willard Smith saw it and smiled a whit.
And Bertha Key noticed it too.
She had just briefly captured a bit of its scent,
As Bertha was moseying through.

And Michaela Flint said it was pretty,
This flower as big as the sun.
As for Karen O'Hannon, she had to agree...
It sure was a prettified one.

And old Fitzel Rammush, who smiled the least,
And grumbled a lot like an angry old beast,
Gazed up at the Whatwuzzit Tree standing there,
Took a deep breath, and then grinned ear to ear.

And there the tree grew. A fine sight to see.
Regarded as grand as a tree ought to be.
A wee bit of beauty, and charm guaranteed!
All because Millicent planted a seed.


Copyright © MMXIV Richard D. Remler