In a place that knows only death
and cold, something is born;
rising through its icy prison,
from frozen shackles its roots are torn.
It raises its head to the sky,
though only a few inches tall;
sprouting leaves from its freezing branches,
so strong, refusing to fall
against the chill of the wind, and weight
of ice as snow falls all around,
getting taller as each day passes;
nothing can make it bow down.
So over the years it will grow,
until its branches reach toward the sky;
and everyone will see the miracle of nature,
living amongst the icy death it defied.
Author notes
Hope you like it!
Written November 25th, 2005
A contest entry
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2200 points, ended March 12, 2008, 28 entries
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This is wonderful, and yes I do like it
Good Luck,
Erika
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Cool!
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You're very welcome. Thanks for the inspiration to write this.
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I like the message this poem portrays, it talks about survival and endurance, definitely inspiring! Thank you for entering. Eris
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Thanks!
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Awww, thanks. Yeah, I'll come read your stuff right now! Good luck to you also!
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This was definately a good write. I like the survival aspect of it. Thank you for sharing and good luck in the contest sis.
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excellent~
Oh I love the imagery and description in this poem
Defying Mother Nature and living through the winter
Also it's nice to meet you I entered this one as well and hope you come visit me....
Best of luck in the contest
Hugs
Susan~~~
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