by Maria Bertalan

Created on: September 19, 2009

As I glanced at the last faint rays of sun ,

Enjoyed ,and slowly walked ...to the green, crisp leaves of sedge.

Where the river branches into one of two narrow .

Made wet on the beach the roots of old trees.

I'm remember ... and recall of all my life's hours.

What shaped the character while I became ,what I am.

In the late afternoon's sky, some cloud, red mop,

Where' missed the sight of gorgeous white water birds.

Made me beauteous romance, I received a happy dance.

Have a run over smile on my lips, but my heart is sad.

I looked at the giant oak tree trunks and linden rampant,

I knew the roots long, down to the ground below.

How important is the kind of strong, long root!

Not suffer a blow, not covered easily in the wind.

The food is speedily absorbed deep in the earth,

Years stronger come, stand the ordeal.

Denies a lot of people where it came from and what kind?

My parents had deliberately raised without long roots ...

I can not be other what wear in my genes.

Not given to me, we can save when I'm in dangers ...

The knowledge, and history from my family and ancestors.

In order to trace, what else is given.

To me...the life-giving, deep-reaching roots ,

I'm trying to survive, what I am ... on my own.

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