Sep 03 2006
"blossom, beauty, and bloom…"
Tonight I had dinner with my very good friend, Max Swisher, and his family. While we played games, Max wrote this poem for us on his vintage Smith Corona. He very generously gave me permission to publish it on my blog! He even retyped it online for me! Thanks, Max!
Enjoy!
the flower
one day I planted a seed, I watered it with plead.
the sun rose, and shined on it hard, but what did I get?
nothing. so what did I do? I watered it more and waited for a week.
each day, on and on the sun rose, and watered it more, each, and every day.
I did the same thing, for another week, then there it was. A little sprout.
I shouted yay! and ran inside and waited some more, and did the same thing for a week.
and what did I see? the thing I was waiting for.
something with blossom, beauty and bloom. A flower.
I danced with pride, and went inside.
That flower was my first flower.
I grew it with plead and pride.
A couple of years, and it was dying.
Sadly but true, it was time for it to go.
I stepped over to the compost bin and said goodbye.
THE END
Maxwell T. Swisher, 8 years of age 9/3/06
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