We the Strom

We the Strom

Our mother's seeds bloomed beneath

the soil of the earth, fertilized by our fathers

both gave us birth.

Our roots awakened and meekly

began to sprout. They wove their way carefully,

then ...

EXCITEMENT came about! Suddenly

with enough strength, they tore into life;

gasping in oxygen to give sight.

Strong and proud trunks leaned into

Durango. Our souls twisted together

in the creator's light. Branches stretched out

West and East, in rejoice and exploration

reaching toward new continental ground.

Creating more branches and

knotholes in our trunks.

Time came for our trunks

to twist together again

in mysterious fogs of Prague.

In three days our branches will separate.

But, past roots and future twists

keep me smiling toward the vitr.

El Fin

*vitr=wind

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