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Dirty Little Moss
By Dan Paquette
Dirty little moss
on the cottonwood trunk,
my spray bottle
washes away the debris.
Your stem snuggles close
to your siblings, green
of sun-loving leaves.
Your generation lies
tired wet scaffolding
of your first borne branches
and some great, great
uncles and aunts
in mucous, brown
intertwined stems, leaves??
they once were??
One day, your skin
will be coal pudding
for some thermal bacteria
long after you and I
O! Let us love the silken moss(P.S. As I said in my earlier post I am out exploring Okazaki this weekend. Blogger has a new feature where you can schedule a post and it will be posted at a later time. I used this feature to send out this poetry for the weekend. )
That clothes the time-worn wall
For great its Mighty Author is,
Although the plant be small.
The God who made the glorious sun
That shines so clear and bright,
And silver moon, and sparkling stars,
That gem the brow of night-
Did also give the sweet green moss
Its little form so fair;
And, though so tiny in all its parts,
Is not beneath His care.
When wandering in the fragrant wood,
Where pale primroses grow
To hear the tender ring-dove coo,
And happy small birds sing,
We tread a fresh and downy floor,
By soft green mosses made ;
And, when we rest by woodland stream,
Our couch with them is spread.
In valley deep, on mountain high-
The mosses still are there :
The dear delightful little things-
We meet them everywhere!
And when we mark them in our walks,
So beautiful, though small,
Our grateful hearts should glow with love
To Him who made them all.