Julie Dant

Rookie (August 7,1951 / Illinois)

Wood And Stone Or Flesh And Bone - Poem by Julie Dant

Wood and stone or flesh and bone... in the end nature wins.
A creeper vines crookedly up the old stones …
upon which it depends.
Gnarled old hands reach up to give a caress to the fresh young leaves
that spring back from the pressure with the exuberance of youth
as if to say…“I WIN! ”


Comments about Wood And Stone Or Flesh And Bone by Julie Dant

  • Rookie Rory Hudson (4/14/2009)

    A small masterpiece here Julie. A little gem, so well expressed. You have avoided the temptation to waffle on as so many do. (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie Goldy Locks (10/23/2007 5:50:00 PM)

    oh gosh, i love it! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, October 23, 2007

Poem Edited: Tuesday, April 19, 2011


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