Wednesday, May 18, 2016

Crannied Wall

Flower in the crannied wall,
I pluck you out of the crannies,
I hold you here, root and all, in my hand,
Little flower—but if I could understand
What you are, root and all, and all in all,
I should know what God and man is.

Alfred, Lord Tennyson, 1809 - 92
Lincoln, England

At Pontefract Castle:
Another "flower in the crannied wall" and To Go Cup

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