seeds

seed

poem in progress:

As she embedded the seeds in the soil

She knew it was worth all the sweat and toil

The bed was ready, ‘Time for you to grow.’

She whispered as she tiptoed along the rows

She turned the tap and water began to spurt

Into the rusty watering can peppered with dirt

The sun beat down on her weary head

Blooming her face a pleasing shade of red

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