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The Strength of the Tree
A poem of survival
I’m still standing,
through the test of time,
my neighbors,
tattered and torn,
not so lucky.
But still, I stand,
bracing against
whatever comes my way.
My bark is strong,
my limbs, nimble, go on,
bring it on,
I will still be here
long after the frowns of the storm
are gone.
Beyond writing, I’m a published photographer. Here is a sampling of some of my work.