(writings of my Dad)
Life
Unfolds
Winter
snow is gone
It’s
Spring the robins say.
The
soil is broken well
Morning
breaks today.
Good
seed is sown
In
soil’s hidden worth.
A tiny
sprout begins to grow
Unseen
within the mellow earth.
The sun
will shine
Showers
too must fall.
The
promised green appears
Answering
a sunny call.
Growth
unfolds a plant
Be it
for days or years.
Once
the plant matures
A
blossom of promise appears.
Bees
kiss the flower
And
when the flower is done.
Tiny at
first appears
The
fruit, the reward begins.
And
when the fruit is grown
Full,
firm, and sweet.
Behold
a seed enclosed
The
circle to repeat.
JW
Smithwick
August
5, 1965
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