(Theme: family)
Once upon a time, there was a
seed. It fell in witch country and was carried on a wind of blood and
superstition deep into the Old South. There it landed in a desperate time, when
the regiment was failing so miserably it turned to sixteen year old boys. It
found itself on a farm, but the seed did not put down root. The war carried it
into dark days and when they were done, it rode in the pocket of a soldier into
the West. It watched the soldier’s family of ten children grow out of the Texas
dust, but the seed did not put down root. One of the soldier’s sons, then
grown, stormed away north with the seed in his luggage. He set down his load to
live like a hermit in the Arizona desert, but still the seed did not put down
root. A young girl came on troubled times in her home and went South to sand,
cacti, tarantulas and tortoises. She stayed for a year and when it was up, the
seed found its way into her shoe where it bothered her all the way home. She
finally knocked it out on her front stoop. It was a grey, rainy day, but not
too cold. The seed found a small patch of earth and finally put down root.
First it was one, soon it was two. With all its strength the seed drew its long
lost brothers and sisters and uncles and aunts and cousins and nephews and
nieces from all over the country and soon they stood side by side, a regiment
in the Northwest, all connected with their roots woven together.
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