The Seed Poem by Jackie Kirby

Seed is planted it must grow
through harden rock
As roots spread out to fill
hunger an longing thrist
So it may break through the
harden dirt
Slowly reaching out feeling
suns warm embrace tiny
branches alone with thorns
begain to show
Awaiting spring rain an misty
mornings with each that
passes The more beautyful
the bush become
Quitely awaiting now the
time is here Hundrens of
roses have apeared
Roses of love forever more
A seed is planted for true
love Just as the seed has
to grow so must ones love


Written By Jackie Kirby
Copyrights Jackie Kirby 2/27/06