Roots 

My roots lie 9 and 1/2 hours from where 

                 I am now. 

They lie in a land of big, open skies 

in cattle ranches 

in chicken coops. 

They lie in a blue A-frame house by the river 

in sand 

in grass. 

They lie in a cramped, ancient apartment 

in a carousel 

in a park 

in a playground 

in First Presbyterian Church. 

They lie in a college town 

in a univercity center 

in a bookstore. 

They lie in the rockies 

in campgrounds 

in Glacier National Park. 

They lie in geysers

in Old Faithful 

in Yellowstone. 

My roots lie in Montana. 

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