Jaye Marie and Anita Dawes

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 lighting may come . . .

And neither rhyme nor reason then resist endurance’s end

©Copyright words and image Stephen Tanham 2015