- Sep 12, 2006Sam, I reallly enjoyed reading this poem because althopugh I think
the poem was meant for you, I felt a little of it applied to the way
I want to view the rest of my time here at St. Joe's.
--- In firstname.lastname@example.org, "Samantha"
> I will plant this seed in my hand
> and let it grow beyond the tips of my fingernails
> to branch out and touch the warm sun above me.
> In winter nights, my blossoms will never wilt
> or fall prey to the icy cut of the wind that blows.
> I should never hunger
> for my flowers will give to me their sweet nectar to taste.
> As each petal slips down my throat,
> they will grow vines down into my body,
> releasing more of these plentiful flowers.
> They will lay hold of my heart
> to bathe it in luscious scents of floral;
> rejuvenating me to love- more than I ever could.
> I'll inhale once more to know all the secrets of nature
> and to live each day for beauty's sake;
> never to utter her blissful sound
> and give of her hidden passion hidden deep in the bark of my body.
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