Red Maple seed floats merrily on wings;
hoping to find a place from which to rise.
Landing between the crack of a rock;
with little soil, and almost no chance of survival;
it puts down a root;
forever changing the future of that rock!
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Photo: Dwight L. Roth
Quadrille Monday, and Merril, at d’Verse, asked us to use some form of the word rise. I decided to put a little different Spring twist to it and came up with this Quadrille of exactly 44 words.
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Roth Poetry 
I have only just come inside after pullling Jacaranda tree seedings from the cracks and joins in the pathways. 🙂
Nice poem.
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How interesting!
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I always find it amazing how these roots take hold and a plant rises from the concrete. It goes to show a seed can still grow even in the hardest of environments.
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As can we!!
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determination in germination 🙂
Nice one!
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Thanks!
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It’s funny how the little leaves do look like a pair of wings. Little maple sprouts are darned tenacious.
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Yes, it is very amazing! Thanks!
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🙂
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Beautiful and inspiring. 🙂
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Thank you very much!
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You are welcome.
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It’s amazing – humans have to go at a rock with a pick while a little seed patiently puts down a root and cracks it!
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Yes, it really is amazing!
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I love the fact that this little plant has battled through to see the light. Great photo and words.
Within everything/everyone there is a softness sat waiting for the right time to emerge.
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Thank you for your thoughtful comment!
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Good observation about the future of that rock if it survives.
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Thanks Frank!
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Did the poem come from the photo? Either way, it’s lovely, and such an interesting perspective. One never thinks of how the rock is affected. Well done!
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Yes, I found the photo in my collection first! Thanks!!
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Amazing how life finds a way!
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It is indeed!
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In the little village of Greensburg, Indiana, a tree grows from the top of the courthouse, a testament to the perseverance of the seed! Inspiring poem.
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How interesting! I have seen them grow in gutters and many other places. A lesson for all of us. Thanks!
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How cool 🙂 It’s very inspirational – one of those “blossom despite the challenges” type of things 🙂 Great post
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Yes, make the most of what you have! Thanks so much!
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Falling to rise again from a vulnerable place. A wonderful metaphor this makes.
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Thank you so much Mish. We must grow wherever we land and make a difference!
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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I missed seeing my Silver Maple helicopters – but boy oh boy I’m pulling up little sprouts all over the place where they aren’t supposed to be. A weed is anything growing where you don’t want it 🙂
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Yes and maple seeds do grow easily!
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Helicopters is what we called the as well!
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As little ‘uns we would peel the seed part take the seed out and then stick the pod on our noses… Not sure who we were pretending to be 😉
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:>)
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And when they take root, the miracle of life continues. Love the photo too Dwight.
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Thanks Grace! It is beautiful to see how something so insignificant can grow into a wonderful tree!
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