Saturday, March 12, 2016


I paid a dime for a package of seeds
And the clerk tossed them out with a flip.
“We’ve got ‘em assorted for every man’s needs,”
He said with a smile on his lip.
“Pansies and poppies and asters and peas!
Ten cents a package and pick as you please!”

Now seeds are just dimes to the man in the store
And dimes are the things he needs;
And I’ve been to buy them in seasons before,
But have thought of them merely as seeds.
But it flashed through my mind as I took them this time
“You have purchased a miracle here for a dime!”

“You’ve a dime’s worth of power no man can create,
You’ve a dime’s worth of life in your hand!
You’ve a dime’s worth of mystery, destiny, fate,
Which the wisest cannot understand.
In this bright little package, now isn’t it odd?
You’ve a dime’s worth of something known only to God.


Arlene Grimm said...

Edgar Guest is one of my favorite me sentimental!!

Doris said...

I always love the words of Edgar A. Guest. Thanks for sharing!
Enjoy your day, Karen!

Lady Jane said...

Oh that is the first time I have read that!!! I absolutely love it. Wish they were still a dime, lol... Have a great weekend. Hugs, LJ

Karen said...

I read this poem for the first time in an old IDEALS magazine I got at the Church Thrift Store. Brought back memories of Grandpa's garden and his Farmer's Almanac.

Nonnie said...

I've never read this one before, but I do like Edgar Guest. What truth! I remember the Ideals books. I still have a few of them. Beautiful photos and content.

L. D. said...

This is such a great work. I like it.

Connie said...

This is such a great poem. I love it!

Carla from The River said...

Thank you for this poem. :-)

Denise said...

awesome post.

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