Kurt Hearth

Rookie - 0 Points (11/15/37 / New Jersey)

The Seed - Poem by Kurt Hearth

In the spring
when the air has warmed.
I
planted a seed
a tiny seed.
I
along with my faith
to Mother Earth entrusted it.
I
hoped she would
nourish and coax the blossom
hidden within that seed so small.
To
spring forth in the summertime
with
its beauty its fragrance.
That all may behold and enjoy.
Until
autumn time
when back it returns
to a seed to sleep
to wait.
To be reborn.


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, April 22, 2004

Poem Edited: Monday, March 22, 2010


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