Twin trees, tall, scraggly against the sky.
Ragged bark, like the lives nearby.
Roots deep, tangled with rocks.
Poverty, the edge of extinction for a family.
Push through the dark, the cold, the drudgery of another year.
Pack up the family, follow the jobs.
Harvest in Iowa, Minnesota, Nebraska.
Hands rough, ragged like the tree bark.
Resilience learned from hardships.
Raise the children, move from place to place.
Years fly past.
Drive by the twins.
Aching, twisted hands.
Roots planted at last.
Finally home, a place to stay.
About the Creator
Patricia Ann Thompson
I enjoy writing about places, things and memories. I did a lot of writing in college. Now my writing sits in a folder on my desk. Ready to try some new things.

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