I Had A Bag Of Seeds
I had a bag of seeds;
My mother gave to me.
She told me to plant them;
To see what they would be.
My mother gave to me.
She told me to plant them;
To see what they would be.
I planted both big and small;
Some flat and some were round.
Some were smooth, some were rough
Some yellow and some brown.
Some flat and some were round.
Some were smooth, some were rough
Some yellow and some brown.
I planted them with glee;
To see what they would be.
Every day I'd check them;
Each special little seed.
To see what they would be.
Every day I'd check them;
Each special little seed.
Then one day one appeared;
Like magic from the ground.
Then another followed;
Each day another found.
Like magic from the ground.
Then another followed;
Each day another found.
Would it be a flower?
or would it be a tree?
would it be a thistle?
or pesky little weed?
or would it be a tree?
would it be a thistle?
or pesky little weed?
Whatever seed I choose;
To take the time to sow.
If good seed or bad seed;
That is what will grow:
To take the time to sow.
If good seed or bad seed;
That is what will grow:
Susan Y Nikitenko
April 30th, 2013
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