The seeds I sowed — For weeks unseen — Have pushed up pygmy Shoots of green; So frail you'd think The tiniest stone Would never let A Glimpse be shown.


Rhymes and Verses: Collected Poems for Children, Seeds, H. Holt & Company. 1947


The seeds I sowed — For weeks unseen — Have pushed up pygmy Shoots of green; So frail you'd think The tiniest stone Would never let A Glimpse be...

The seeds I sowed — For weeks unseen — Have pushed up pygmy Shoots of green; So frail you'd think The tiniest stone Would never let A Glimpse be...

The seeds I sowed — For weeks unseen — Have pushed up pygmy Shoots of green; So frail you'd think The tiniest stone Would never let A Glimpse be...

The seeds I sowed — For weeks unseen — Have pushed up pygmy Shoots of green; So frail you'd think The tiniest stone Would never let A Glimpse be...