Standing Tall

Summer lush and green and a
tangled thicket cool and dark,
and a momentary pause,
completion appreciation and gratitude.
Herculean effort -- first fruits--
and harvest yields.
Growth comes from sun and storm.

Stop and see how far you've come.
Wear your hail pocks proudly like beauty marks,
stand tall,
stand up,
stand out.
Take your bow.
The silence smiles in satisfaction.

© Christine Salkin Davis, 2018


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