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Embedded in the rich, dark soil of history
My roots are still a part of me
Nourishing me, spurning me on Making me face another dawn
Of uncertainty
Tickled by the gentle rains
Tackled by the hurricanes
My limbs drink in the morning sun
As I face another dawn
Of mystery
Trampled cruelly underfoot
Softly sighing overlooked
Moment by moment I grow strong
Searching for another dawn
Of destiny
As I graduate from Mother Earth
Creation celebrates my birth
And marvels at what I've become
Survivor of the dark and dawn
A blossom
Myra Jefferson
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902 posted on
04/09/2009 9:20:38 AM PDT by
Lady Jag
(Hezbollah - Al Qaeda - Obama - Stone Age)
To: Lady Jag
LJ, I just LOVE that poem!
Thank you! (And the graphic is perfectly fitting.)
904 posted on
04/09/2009 10:32:36 AM PDT by
yorkie
To: Lady Jag
Both are excellent, LadyJ. Thank you.
945 posted on
04/10/2009 8:44:09 AM PDT by
JustAmy
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