By Emory Jones
My roots sink deeper than I know.
The generations marked
With lichen-crusted characters
In chiseled stone fade out of sight.
My tendrils driving deep,
Holding heritage
I stretch for sun.
Deep within
The Mother of us all,
I tap my source;
Remembered foliage
Generates my dream
Of leaves.
My roots sink deeper than I know.
Emory Jones hails from Iuka, Mississipi, United States, and is a retired English teacher. His work has been featured in many publications including Voices International, The White Rock Review, Writer’s Digest, Smokey Blue Literary and Arts Magazine, The Light Ekphrastic, Old Red Kimono, American Poetry, Deep South Magazine, Modern Poetry Quarterly Review, Gravel, and Encore: Journal of the NFSPS. Emory lives with his wife, Glenda. They have two daughters and four grandchildren.