Seeds Poem by Walter de la Mare
Seeds
The seeds I sowed -
For week unseen -
Have pushed up pygmy
Shoots of green;
So frail you'd think
The tiniest stone
Would never let
A glimpse be shown.
But no; a pebble
Near them lies,
At least a cherry-stone
In size,
Which that mere sprout
Has heaved away,
To bask in sunshine,
See the Day.
So frail you'd think The tiniest stone Would never let A glimpse be shown. basking in sunshine. a fine meditation. tony
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