More thanA century agoAs a youngsterShe watchedThe horse-drawn carriagesStruggle up the hillsideOver the travel-worn pathAnd dreamtOf the dayWhen she could Stretch out her armsAnd give shade toThe weary peopleAnd tired horsesShe grew Beside that pathWitnessing The worldFrom her homeAt the edge of the woodsGrowingTallerHer arms reachingEver broaderShe gave home To manyWoodpeckersCardinalsCatbirdsAnd so much moreInsectsHave feastedContinue reading “The Crone”
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