Saturday, June 4, 2011


Sterling, peridot

As a quiet little seedling 
Lay within its darksome bed, 
To itself it fell a-talking, 
And this is what it said: 

'I am not so very robust, 
But I'll do the best I can;' 
And the seedling from that moment 
Its work of life began. 

So it pushed a little leaflet 
Up into the light of day, 
To examine the surroundings 
And show the rest the way. 

The leaflet liked the prospect, 
So it called its brother, Stem; 
Then two other leaflets heard it, 
And quickly followed them. 

To be sure, the haste and hurry 
Made the seedling sweat and pant; 
But almost before it knew it 
It found itself a plant. 

The sunshine poured upon it, 
And the clouds they gave a shower; 
And the little plant kept growing 
Till it found itself a flower. 

Little folks, be like the seedling, 
Always do the best you can; 
Every child must share life's labor 
Just as well as every man. 

And the sun and showers will help you 
Through the lonesome, struggling hours, 
Till you raise to light and beauty 
Virtue's fair, unfading flowers.

- Paul Laurence Dunbar

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xo Blue Gnome

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