Sway in the wind and roll with the punches
Stand tall in your confidence
Tattered and torn with battle scars to show
Stand tall in your beauty
Strike you down with words they will
Stand tall in your pride
Pull you down as you run up hill
Stand tall in your determination
Laura Cee 
mike
In clarence whittley’s back yard, by the mini me ash shoot, grew two or three sunflowers that streched out taller than clarence and his dad – We would would come to a skidding stop on our bikes right in front of those giant plants – just to see if the flowering heads really followed the sun accross the sky and if it would start giving us sunflower seeds to eat- and then duke would come out and steal the show…ruff ruff….
lauracee
Two names that bring back to a good memory, Clarence Whittley and Duke and the third; memories of West Street.
slpmartin
Such a positive tone to the poem…rather enjoyed that sentiment.