One day, the vine
That clomb on god-s own house
Cried, -I will not
grow
And, -I will
not
grow,-
And, I
will
not grow,-
And,
-I
will not grow,-
So God leaned out his head,
And said:
-You need
not
Then the vine
fluttered its leaves, and cried to all the winds:
-Oh have I not permission from the Lord?
And may I not begin to cease to grow?-
But that wise God had pondered on the vine
Before he made it.
And all the while it laboured not to grow,
It grew; it grew;
And all the time God knew.
The Rebellious Vine
Harold Monro
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Poem topics: house, time, head, wise, Valentine's Day, I love you, I miss you, god, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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