In the long barren land between the forest and the settled places,
In a landscape memorial to thwarted dreams and ambitions,
(Left as empty as the developer’s wallet)
Small things grow.
A patch of clover peeks above the burn scar,
An alder and an elderberry twine in stunted harmony,
But
Above them all,
Careless of poor soil and bitter winds,
A lone sunflower
Knows nothing of caution
Knows only to reach upwards
Always closer to its eventual
Grasping of the sun.
Ambition, bright and beautiful
I have a deep admiration for persistence in the face of impossible goals.
For more persistence, impossible and otherwise, my fantasy novel, The Guests of Honor, is available here. Its sequel, With Honor Intact, can be found here.
Cat Amesbury 