Hello!
As I watch new growth push its way out of the soil in my gardens, I thought it might be a good time to post a poem about strength. The inspiration came from a photo I took on New York City’s “High Line”, which is an urban, linear park made from part of the former elevated railway in West Manhattan.
Once I wrote the poem, I remembered a saying from my great-grandfather, József Gerencsér. So this one’s for him.
I hope you enjoy Strength (A Tribute to My Great-Grandfather).
Lee Ann
I love it! Makes me think of the struggles in my life as a women. It was tough at times but lots of strength to hang in there came from my walks on nature paths.
Thank you, Patsy! You are one of the strongest women I know. And I know how nature has always been your sanctuary.
What a wonderful poem and beautiful thoughts. You are so right, we all need strength and perseverance.
I love your picture too. So appropriate.
Thanks, Yol! I knew when I took this that it would bring me a poem. The High Line really impressed me – it was a grassroots group of people who made this happen. There’s strength in that, for sure!
What an inspiration!
Glad you liked it! 🙂