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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Thanks Chuck for reblogging this! There is a lesson here for all of us!!
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My pleasure, Dwight! Your comment is right on!
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