Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, TO PAM AND A MARSHMALLOW, by IRENE M. MORSE


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TO PAM AND A MARSHMALLOW, by                    
First Line: This, my own, is the season for growing
Last Line: You cannot afford to miss even one.
Subject(s): Growth; Summer; Sun


This, my own, is the season for growing;
Lift up your chalice, imbibe the good sun.
Turn all your petals, sea-winds are blowing;
You cannot afford to miss even one.
Salty the ozone, golden is the hour,
Sweet is the fragrance that comes from my flower.
Over the marshes, wild geese are calling—
Summer soon goes; the rains will be falling.
All the bright sunshine, the warmth, the breezes,
Store in your calyx, before life freezes.
One season only, live it and love it—
Seed by next year will make the most of it.
So this, my own, is right time for growing;
Lift up your chalice, imbibe the good sun.
Turn all your petals, sea-winds are blowing;
You cannot afford to miss even one.





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