A poem in celebration of late bloomers
On the bleakness of my lot Bloom I strove to raise. Late, my acre of a rock Yielded grape and maize.... Soil of flint if steadfast tilled Will reward the hand; Seed of palm by Lybian sun Fructified in sand. -Emily Dickinson- My younger daughter posted this to Facebook - found it just a minute ago.... Sign in to see full entry.