When I was a kid my favorite song was Spanish Harlem by Ben E. King. I was I intrigued by the thought of a rose growing through cracks in the the asphalt , a defiant beauty rising in the concrete jungle. If there was a rose in Spanish Harlem I was sure there were wildflowers in Gloucester & Fall River & Lynn, Massachusetts. I was confident I would grow strong and find the finest of them all.
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PaulPallazola
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Very nice post and fantastic capture
Survival of the fittest is every bit as savage in the concrete jungle as it was in the primordial forests…
Excellent inspiration and symbolism of rose in concrete
It was a great inspiration, Paul. About grow strong and find the finest, you have proved it, haven’t you?
Thank you Carol. I am certain that faith & experience & solidarity with others builds strength & I’ve been blessed in that regard.
I am sure you did grow strong. And the roses were driven enough to grow the concrete, just as we are driven no matter what life brings our way.