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A breath of air from mother earth
Seeds drifting into distant turf
And this begins our fertile search
Shall our roots take hold
In sun and soil that meets our worth
Strong enough to nurture hurts
And meet our needs
To the untrained eye. ..we’re just weeds
A weed that dominates with relentless persistence
A weed that’s strong against all odds of an extinguished existence
Poisoned, picked and plucked with no forgiveness
And yet we stand and grow with this resistance
The seeds we sow will go the distance
In each and every instance
Reaching for eternal light that burns
Eventually, her sun is what this mother yurns
© Riley James Neault
Response to our Inspiration Call on March 17th, 2016
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