My People

Todd Camp

Todd Camp

My people
put their roots
down into people
Of their generation
others put them
down into soil
and stayed

We always
were transients
moving with work
to some other place
among up`rooteds
catching them in

The others
just stayed put
working the land
season after season
headstones beside
their streams
of baptism

” . . . this is what they knew;
this rhythm circling the years.
They never left their land;
each in their own time
settled deeper.” ~ Lois Parker Edstrom


About Peter Notehelfer

I'm a retired people person who now finds the time to watch the little details of the world without worrying about being watched by anyone . . . I live on an Island north of Seattle with my wife named Ellen, a yellow dog named McGee, a yellow cat named Gatzby, and four fine chickens . . . I read fiction, bake bread, smoke salmon, and fish whenever the weather allows . . . Oh, and yes, I try to write a poem every day simply to avoid senility!
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6 Responses to My People

  1. I love that ending “headstones beside their streams of baptism”


  2. cheryl622014 says:

    After 15 places called home people are indeed my roots.


  3. a reflection experienced by every immigrant – which is to say all of us


    • but some of our immigrant forebears became ‘settlers’ on homesteads or frontier towns, while others remained ‘pioneers’ living out of the backs of their wagons, forever ‘moving on’ . . . Thanks for the kind nod!

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