"Poems are forever floating through my mind and if I don't catch them pin them to the page they are gone forever and what good is that?"
~ My journal (age 14)

Tuesday, March 22, 2011

The First

Sir Edmund Hillary
is born anew this day
in the crocuses
that rise against all odds
adventurers blazing a trail
through the snow
while the timid wait
for more hospitable conditions
content with the comfort
of solid ground
but the tiny white buds
push on with the goal of
touching the sky
upward they climb
stretching towards the peak
flags unfurled
and so gain the glory
of the first full bloom

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