©2011 Susan Noyes Anderson (poem only)
I planted a little story seed,
just placed it deeply in the ground
and, fertilizing carefully,
spread all the dirt and mulch around.
My eager hands caressed the soil,
as earth returned my soft embrace.
A tender reed peeked through one morn.
I blessed the sun, knew water’s grace.
Resolved to tend my seedling well,
I watched it with a loving eye.
The weeds I saw were quickly pulled;
my heart was happy to comply.
Fruition came in leaves and buds;
a flower raised her lovely head.
The story seed had done its work,
but it had grown a poem instead.