Rooted in the Land
by Steve Tanham
Rooted in the Land No raging storm front tears my roots from ridge No howling sky will twist and drag my limbs from land The densest deluge will not wash my will enduring, rooted here to frame and feed this place. But one day the lightning may come . . . And neither rhyme nor reason then resist endurance’s end ©Copyright words and image … Read More Rooted in the Land
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