Waggoner

practic2300 on July 24th, 2011

The meadow and valley are cloth’d in grass,     A beautiful and emerald green; From which a tiny, tender blade     Begins to grow, to eyes unseen; So slowly it pushes up through the earth,     With mighty pow’r, that’s not its own, And opens reaching to the sun,     While catching light that it is shown. Now the […]

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