Poetry by Jeff Green



by cricketjeff on November 26, 2008.  © Jeff Green, All rights reserved

The river starts at just a tiny spring
But grows in size as others join the flow
The seedlings start to sprout each year in spring
To yield the summer flowers that we all know

A mountain starts its life as just a plain
The continents collide to start the race
And agony would grow from aching pain
If I could never see your pretty face

The greatest things in life must start out small
But nature lends each one a helping hand
A baby needs support to grow up tall
And growing close to you is all I’ve planned

The man who grows his love is rich in deed
And you are all the nourishment I need

Author notes

Great oaks from little acorns grown, is a 14th Century proverb according to my dictionary of quotations

To many US readers; For my South East English accent flowers is one syllable, if that won’t work for you plese try blooms in l4