Sherry's Stories
Stories of my life and record of my thoughts done in poetic form.
Thursday, March 31, 2016
Harvest
by Cheryl Merrick
Though I can’t choose
the end of my path,
I can choose the beginning.
Though I can’t decide
my harvest,
I can select the seeds.
For my harvest is determined
by the planting,
and my reaping
gathers the consequences
of the choices I sowed.
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