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! ”
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