Tenacious his steps
Through the muck of the world
Each landfall a root
Knuckled immovable.
This grip on the bedrock of being,
Nothing can shift it
Not the wind or seasons
Or the scurrying of ants
Meddling away,
Every anchored limb
Considering the way,
Then ploughing onwards
Unstoppable.
Poem by Richard Druitt
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