Wednesday, July 29, 2009

Poem: Still Standing

Still Standing

The season behind you has been cold,
rabid with wind and rain,
a season of pain,
it's icy pellets
like knives to your heart,
cold daggers
that nearly pierced
your soul.

But you survived
and today, stand,
perhaps not tall and proud,
but secure
that no matter the wind,
your roots clamber deep
into the stone,
a foundation
stronger than the winds
of this season,
and the next.


The picture was taken at the Hildene estate, the Lincoln family home in Manchester, VT. You can click on it for a larger version.



willow said...

I needed to hear those encouraging words today. Thanks, Tom.

Derrick said...

Hi Tom,

Knowing that we can survive the battering that inevitably comes along may not make it easier but gives us more strength.

FireLight said...

I really need this poem right the beginning of another year with high school students.
It can be a very emotionally challenging storm inside a classroom some days.
Well said, Tom.

aspen said...

How true these words..amazing!!