A good gardener plants a seed among the thistle and the weed |
The Gardener, the thistle and the seed A seed was planted by the riverside In a plenished realm the river lied The caring gardener tends to its need Among the thistle and the weed And as it began to rise above It leaned well on the Gardener's love It flourished full beyond compare Among the weed and thistle there Time had passed, and it grew strong It towered high above the thorn Its seeds were taken by the wind To sprinkle life to honor Him Tall it stood without a care Stretched skyward in the autumn air Looking out upon the span Fixed proud above the plenished land “I’m the reason I belong” it said “I tower over dirt and thorn There was a time when the gardener’s hand Would help me rise up from this land "Now I have sent Him far away I have no need for Him today The grandest by the riverside I drink freely from its tide "The thorns that wind around my feet They’re too small to ever claim defeat I no longer need the gardener’s hand To keep them from this fruit of land” Then a season came like none before The rains that swept they came no more The sun burned hard day after day And turned the river banks to clay The thorns with thirst spread far and wide They wrapped up around the grandest side They buried deep and tighter still They stranged out its living will It glanced its last over the span While in the distance the gardener’s hand Was tending to the other seeds Who humbly knew they had the need And just before the break of dawn The life that flowed through it was gone Silence surround the grandest seed Among the thistle and the weed This is close to the original, which was written in 1997. The first stanza needed the most revision because its rhyme scheme did not match the rest of the poem (1st stanza: ABCB, All others: AABB). I decided to go with the AABB because it was less work. The poem, The Gardener, the whisper and the seed, is a rewrite of this poem using ABCB throughout. |