I The Passerby
 
It must have been a seedling
Carried by swiftly moving wind
Or perhaps it was dropped
By a bird taking wing
Nourished by moistened soil
And the gentle rain of Spring

There it stood so full of grace
Nary none other by its side
A single little daffodil
Close to the fast roadside

And for just a single moment
As it caught my eye
I thought how God pleases me
I the passerby

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By JacieStralkoDuca

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This Poem is part of a Challenge: - The NO FRILLS CHALLENGE--read page for complete rules and info (challenge has been closed)


This Poem is part of a Challenge: - The NO FRILLS CHALLENGE--read page for complete rules and info (challenge has been closed)


This Poem is part of a Challenge: - The NO FRILLS CHALLENGE--read page for complete rules and info (challenge has been closed)


This Poem is part of a Challenge: - The NO FRILLS CHALLENGE--read page for complete rules and info (challenge has been closed)


This Poem is part of a Challenge: - The NO FRILLS CHALLENGE--read page for complete rules and info (challenge has been closed)


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