Mortimer's Seed
Mortimer’s Seed.
Mortimer walked slowly down paths in his mind.
Through thicket and briar that just few could find.
The entry was obvious to those who could see,
and those who could not, said it just could not be.
Mortimer’s steed walked close by his side.
A beautiful friend he’d rather not ride.
Together they’d stroll with so much to be said.
They talked as they walked,
then they readied for bed.
With tired eyes, stars fell from the skies,
as they both would retire
by the warmth of the fire.
There they would lie,
‘till the sun filled the sky,
and when they awoke,
Mortimer spoke
“We’re here for a reason my friend,
don’t you know?”
The leaves falling brown will soon turn to snow.
Just further down, at the bend in the road,
there’s a plot of rich soil, where we’ll unlade our load.
Sure as I am of our comport, you’ve wondered.
This notion we plant, too many have plundered.
These drupelets, this grain, these kernels, this seed,
our burdens charge, that all may find need.
Together we’ll manage ,and those who discover,
will harvest with wisdom,
what earth’s here now covered.
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