Member Poem

Amongst the rocks a tiny plant grew
it struggled against odds
no good soil, not much water
no tender care from a gardener
but still it battled on.

Then a little girl saw it there 
took an interest in watching it struggle
She sometimes scooped a handful of water
the drops drying on the rocks
but some landing near the roots
and sucked greedily by the plant.

Weeks went by with the girl watching and waiting
The plant grew forming a bud on a slender stalk
day after day she waited to see it bloom.
The day came at last for the blossom to open
the little girl crouched low to see
a flower in the shades of pretty pink
but with the most awful stink.