A poet contemplates the intersection of heritage and nature.

Poem by Beth Totten. Photo by Jake Totten.

Our roots delve Into the dark loamy earth Entwining ancestral memories. Our heritage built Upon porous, slippery granite Strengthening fragile muscles. Our journey bolstered With brown, rusted leaves Cushioning bludgeoned spirits. Our foundation settled On sweet, spongy moss Nourishing unspoken dreams.


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