Roots, Part Of Who I Am Poem by Elizabeth Padillo Olesen

Roots of existence
Roots under the ground
Roots that draw out food
from the ground, to feed
the leaves, stems and branches.


Roots of human existence
Roots make the tree stand
Roots connect the tree to the ground
Roots hold the tree intact
though it is flushed out by flood.

Roots of my existence
are there in my own ground
whereever I am planted
My roots continue to channel food
to help identify who I am.