chopready
Row By Row
A blend of colored seeds
To grow and be buried then show
Another color and many stalks
Tipping in wind they start to walk away
Who watches and walks together
Grown in every weather and rain
Showered with dust and another grain
So finally holding one away from one
But just a temporary arrangement
Solid for a day and running liquid into night
A blend united each stopping just for now
To be seperate as one
Or together as all the rest
10-21-06 JM
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