Harvest

September 30, 2012 at 4:03 pm (literature, Poems, poetry, politics) (, , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , )

We may all be wasted seeds
blown along by the autumn breeze
scared and scattered
scarred and shattered
but if we work together hard enough
if we plough and sow and reap our love
there will be sunflowers this time next year
there will definitely be sunflowers, dear.

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4 Comments

  1. Pawan Hira said,

    September 30, 2012 at 4:49 pm

    “…this time next year — statement of life. Wow!

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    • Julia Dean-Richards said,

      October 1, 2012 at 8:40 am

      Yes, we can all be gardeners – I have found a sunflower project here : http://www.sunflowerproject.com/ as a starting point x

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      • Pawan Hira said,

        October 1, 2012 at 5:55 pm

        It is a beautiful project. I need to find sunflower seeds. and decorate my small green backyard with love. Thank you for this.:)

      • Julia Dean-Richards said,

        October 1, 2012 at 8:23 pm

        Wonderful! I’ll find some too, and let you know where I plant them x

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