I wrote this about my Pop-pop in 1998... It might not seem like it was about him on first glance, but it was Pop-pop and Grandmom that I was thinking of as I pondered the importance of deep roots "in the pattern of things". I have been blessed to grow up in a family full of traditions and an order of life. I know many would envy me that security and I have never taken it for granted.
They Have Roots
Tall fir trees
Standing sentinel by the lake
They, all dressed in golden touches of the dying sun,
In their duties for a hundred years;
Past and present from the future.
They have roots
Firm deep in the pattern of things.
I go on my way a little
November 23, 1998