2017 E. R. Smith
Met my ancestors on the road
translucent electricity beings
They reached down to till the soil
pulled roots from the start of their being
Smelled the wet, fertile soil as they nodded at me
Now you see, now you see
Yearly till the soil that is your being
Go down deep, beyond past seeing
Keep unearthing your clay
Routinely cultivate you, new, starting today
Bronx Beyond Borders 
Thanks for joining in with the weekend writing prompt. I really enjoyed reading your beautiful, inspiring poem. Have a great week 🙂
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Thank you for the prompt, and for visiting. Much appreciated.
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