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My roots started down on Carolina beaches
Running through fresh pines
Fire ants and old trailers
They ran through engulfing waves and boardwalks
My roots made their way. Up and north and far away?
My roots buried themselves down in deep wild valleys and through wonderful hills
My roots ran through the Shenandoah River to the Rivesville power plant
Through country roads and dusty cars
There my roots remain and still sit
But how does a root forget its first propagation
How does a root forget the salty air that made him grow for so long?
Roots always remember that first drink of foamy water followed by the grains that cling to her skin
Roots continue to remember when minds forget
Roots continue to hold on when new homes are built.
-Samantha Sliger
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