It’s limbs lie low with lashing winds.
Prone it grows along the ground.
Blasted, blighted, stunted
By storm, salt and sand.
Creeping, crawling, crumpled
Like a gnarled, greened hand.
August 30, 2007
August 30, 2007
It’s limbs lie low with lashing winds.
Prone it grows along the ground.
Blasted, blighted, stunted
By storm, salt and sand.
Creeping, crawling, crumpled
Like a gnarled, greened hand.
September 8, 2007 at 5:00 am
This has to be one of my very favorite photos. Such determination for life in the face of adversity.
February 7, 2008 at 3:31 am
wonderful image, wonderful words!