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No gold, but plenty of smiles.
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I visited Linda over the weekend and saw some more plants growing
through the cracks.
The rendering pot of succulents and annuals, from Linda’s
second floor porch. God bless the hens
and chicks that escaped.
God bless the grass that grows thru
the crack.
They roll the concrete over it to try and keep it back.
The concrete gets tired of what it has to do,
It breaks and it buckles and the grass grows thru,
And God bless the grass.
They roll the concrete over it to try and keep it back.
The concrete gets tired of what it has to do,
It breaks and it buckles and the grass grows thru,
And God bless the grass.
God bless the truth that fights toward
the sun,
They roll the lies over it and think that it is done.
It moves through the ground and reaches for the air,
And after a while it is growing everywhere,
And God bless the grass.
They roll the lies over it and think that it is done.
It moves through the ground and reaches for the air,
And after a while it is growing everywhere,
And God bless the grass.
God bless the grass that grows through
cement.
It's green and it's tender and it's easily bent.
But after a while it lifts up its head,
For the grass is living and the stone is dead,
And God bless the grass.
It's green and it's tender and it's easily bent.
But after a while it lifts up its head,
For the grass is living and the stone is dead,
And God bless the grass.
God bless the grass that's gentle and
low,
Its roots they are deep and its will is to grow.
And God bless the truth, the friend of the poor,
And the wild grass growing at the poor man's door,
And God bless the grass.
Its roots they are deep and its will is to grow.
And God bless the truth, the friend of the poor,
And the wild grass growing at the poor man's door,
And God bless the grass.
Malvina Reynolds
Hooray for sunny! That is one intrepid sunflower.
ReplyDeleteWe think we are so smart. We cover the ground with an impenetrable substance but all it takes is the tiniest crack and a tender shoot and nature reasserts herself.
ReplyDeleteSunny and her caretakers have been such an inspiration this summer. The poem is also very inspirational. A small seed has such potential.
ReplyDeleteThat is a beautiful poem and a beautiful message.
ReplyDeleteI love the sentiments expressed in the poem. What a dreary, barren world this would be if it weren't for all the "weeds" just doing their own thing. Hooray for the Hen & Chicks that continue to thrive outside the pot! They are a delightfully hardy plant which is one of the things I love about them.
ReplyDeleteWell done Sunny - of course she couldn't have done it without her nutritionist, coach and carers.
ReplyDeleteI love that beautifully appropriate poem.
RIP Sunny! It was a good ride while it lasted.
ReplyDeleteLove the poem. Plants find a way.
ReplyDeleteI love that poem - especially the 2 lines beginning 'God bless the truth that fights towards the sun ......'
ReplyDeleteI had to know more about your verse, so I Googled it, and was surprised to find out it was a poem! Thanks for posting.
ReplyDeleteI was introduced to this poem quite recently and am a fan :) Sunny is a valiant flower, bless her little tousled head.
ReplyDeleteThat is a truly beautiful poem. Mega thanks. And good luck Sunny. We are all cheering you on.
ReplyDeleteLoved this poem! Sharing it with my Dad . . . with your permission!
ReplyDeleteMy rendering pot belonged to my Great Grandfather in Pennsylvania...The succulent hanging over the sides is what my Grandmother called, "creeping charlie"..The hens and chicks are covering the brain coral from my husband's bachelor uncle who walked the Florida beach most of his later life...Wonderful memories in that pot..(Mayflower didn't like the prospects of moving it in 2002) but it holds wonderful memories and thank you Joanne for your camera on this visit..Poem is most fitting..
ReplyDeleteNature is a tough old woman, it will take much more than a bit of bitumen and concrete to defeat her.
ReplyDeleteBye, Sunny, you had a good life.