I admit, I don't get out often ... ok, I lie ... I get out alot ... but it's not often I run across poems that hit me where I live.
I first heard this poem last night ... but doing an internet search, apparently someone has already written a book, following the premise of "not dying an unlived life."
So, for all I know, the poem is old ... or it could be new.
I don't know.
But I think it captures the spirit of our little group here. We are not afraid to get out of our safe, little houses, and venture forth in our molded fiberglass campers.
And the spirit of sharing ... of taking a seed and passing it on as a blossum. And taking a blossum, and passing it on as a fruit.
Well, this spirit of nurishing each other sums up our universal spirit here on fiberglassrv.com ... and everyone's willingness to share their knowledge, experiences and encouragements.