Roots (an acrostic poem)

 

Reaching down to find your center

Obtaining nutrients from the fertile soil around you

Organizing and grounding in your immediate world

Though you sway in the winds of change

Serenity is yours because your anchors run deep

 

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Journey (an acrostic poem)

Jamming on her brakes, Salama looked to her left where she saw whitewater far below

Oddly the sound reminded her of the ocean, but more chaotic, capturing the wildness it passed through

Under normal circumstances, she would want to continue the climb to the top

Reality the water called to her spirit so she began to descend

Navigating downward on tree roots and small rock outcrops she got closer to her goal

Eventually dipping her toes into that white foam and the crisp water underneath.

Yet that water was too cold to do more, so she climbed back up with a satisfied grin

 

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Kilt (an acrostic poem)

Knees are not the only things left open to the wind

Iain strike a pose, daring the world to comment

Loving his Scottish roots

Tartan waving bravely in defiance

 

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