There they were, a small lonely group,
dominant in their former place,
now only each other.
In this new land they were strangers;
strange surroundings, strange soil,
pushed in where they once pushed outward.
It required all their toil
in this new and different land
just simply to survive;
there was no breathing space to think
how they could ever thrive.
Things went on this way a few years,
worrying their sponsors.
They did not know how to help them,
and were out of answers.
Then one spring everything changed.
A wide circle appeared
of brand-new individuals;
the old group had prospered.
Though they had seemed to be stagnant,
underground they worked hard;
spreading out around them unseen
until they took the yard.
Each spring since the story continues
as more land is taken.
Their proud sponsor’s confidence should
never have been shaken.
The violets had taken over
the yard from whence they came;
they simply needed some time here
to do the very same.
They came from my grandparent’s home;
both were gone, the home sold.
We could never have replaced them
had they not taken hold.
Today the story continues
the way that it began;
the violets dominate our yard
the way only they can.