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A Survivor

The earth was hard, dusty and dry, Then, as we were driving by Out of the corner of my eye A bright blue flower looking toward the sky It looked so beautiful it made me sigh. It was a survivor; I wonder why?

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Gershon Wolf

Date: 4/22/2023 8:56:00 PM

That blue flower must have had 'the right stuff! ~ Tom Hanks

Daniel Turner

Date: 4/22/2023 10:26:00 AM

Survival of the fittest. i do love this simple poem, Shirley. Monorhymes are fun and hard to write.

Shirley Hawkins
Date: 4/22/2023 3:59:00 PM

You have to wonder sometimes if it is the survival of the fittest or a sign telling us not to give up as anything is possible. (A mixture of both?) Take care, Shirley