On the coldest day
Through the winter
Of no Hope
A young Boy
Sat in a field
Of Ice.
Digging a hole with his hands.

The people nearby
Gather
And question
His motive for such
Foolish Action.
Some ask;
'What is he doing?'�
'Surely nothing would grow
From such a cold winter.
Surely nothing good could
Come of this!'�

The Boy said nothing but
Smiled through his
Tears and
Into the hole
He placed a small
Black stone.

Those who watched from
A distance
Mocked and jeered at him
Saying,
'What hope do you have
Of growing anything in
Such times Boy, least of all
From a stone!'�

Slowly the Boy got up and
Walked away. With that
So did the people.


- Peter Hattingh

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