Some Spring Day
One by one, we’re planted in
…Our cemetery plots,
By careful hands and quaking hearts –
…Beloved forget-me-nots.
Our sleep – long, deep, while others are
…Still toiling like the bees,
Collecting nectar day by day,
…And playing in the breeze.
They bring fresh flowers to our graves
…To brighten up our room,
As if to give example so
…We just might dare to bloom.
And thus we will, on some spring day,
…Like seeds begin to sprout;
We’ll burst forth from our flower beds,
…When beckoned by a shout.
And on that cold or sunny day,
…Will we be wheat or weed?
Will our swift rise be a surprise?
…What is our kind of seed?
Not chance our lot, but charted course
…For, in our lives we chose
To be what seed is planted here –
…A bramble or a rose.
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© Dennis Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2012.
Lovely words
Thanks!
Wonderful. We are indeed the types we choose to be.
Hey there. Very nice words there! 🙂 And thanks for liking my new post!
You’re welcome, and thanks for stopping by.
Always good to read other people’s stuff. 🙂
This is a wonderfully thought out poem!
Thank you!
I love this! It’s comforting and calming. Great choice of flower in the forget-me-nots.
Glad you liked it!
Long as it’s not Poison Ivy, right up on top of the Misery Causers List with mosquitos…
In a movie, one was poison Ivy, so that may be what she’ll rise to be. 🙂
Drew Barrymore…
In addition, nice manner of alternating rhyme & tetra-trimeters on the new growth of spring…
This is just Grand! Wonderful!
Love this one, Dennis, well crafted, I really enjoyed reading this. 🙂
Thanks! It’s nice when a poem comes together somewhat like one envisioned it.
Yes good poem bard.
Thanks again!
This is splendid!
‘What is our kind of seed?
Not chance our lot, but charted course
For, in our lives we chose
To be what seed is planted here –
A bramble or a rose.’
Indeed, we do have a choice…and every moment are setting down the seeds…
Thanks! That’s my favorite part of the poem, too.