My roots are buried deeply
In lands I’ve never seen
But I feel their call and I know
Some day I’ll walk the greenery
That calls my name.
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For now I spread my branches
As I follow my roots
Learning, teaching
Making connections
Between the past, present, and future.
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My branches are above me
My years of writing, teaching
Connections I’ve made with others around me
My roots are below me
The heritage I’ve discovered.
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My tree grows tall and strong
Everything in my past rooting me
While my future grows above me
My tree is me and mine
The ground my roots are in calls to me.
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Reb Kreyling
I've been telling stories since I learned to talk and writing them for as long as I can remember. Now I'm also doing content for librarians. Find me on Facebook!
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