Seeds of Poetry poem

Seeds of Poetry

H. W. Bryce

Baby’s breath and first memories,
Tiger Lilies and Whiskey Jacks,
Wooden bridges and swimming holes,
These are the beginnings of this young life.

Nearly ninety and little lessons learned,
Memories of childhood revisited,
Awakening the empathy in the soul—
Forgiveness of the harsh self criticism.

Seeds planted early, innocent and open,
What we absorb in childhood molds us
With the beauty of nature, the sun, the sky,
Our nature, our personality, our cast of the die,

Little markers in a little life may well seem
Inconsequential in a world of hurt on the
World scale, but little wounds reverberate
As echoes in a spontaneous spirit stunted.

Our wee world of childhood spent in awe…
Are these the things that planted the poet
In the soul of the potentially poetic man?
Little imprintings on the inner soul…

Little reminders that we are human,
These seeds, that gew up as me: calm,
Accepting, friendly, helpful, anti-violence,
A poet not a rabble rouser rebel.

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From my new book SEEDS OF POETRY, now available, here:

https://www.blurb.ca/b/11652756-seeds-of-poetry

For all of those of you who had asked, When are you going to write your biography, this is the introduction.