Each of us has roots
Some cling deeply to wedges
Irretractable
Survival’s ground rules
Where life’s harsh reality
Is no barrier
Each of us has roots
Some grasp the moist soft clay
Entropy’s first stage
Survival’s trade off
Where life’s harsh reality
Becomes deception
Each of us has roots
Where our seed was planted
Though we may not grow
Until resistance
Challenges the direction
Of our destiny
Copyright 2011 Patrick Granfors
Thanks for writing this poem about what it means to dig in and be persistent so that you can survive whatever life throws at you.
Ron
rege
Regis
and the final lines have such strength.
John
Great words, Patrick, my friend; Mark
Axilea
Cheers,
Dan
Fabulous line of thought and poem here.
Roots have always fascinated me, their pull down into the darkness and all, how they nourish from the underworld, how they are so fun to draw.
Christine