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the place where my roots
hold to the very centre of the earth
yet wander beyond
the edges of the universe
made of tree and rock
pounding georgian surf.
shared with loon and goose and wolf,
seasoned through seasons turning,
cradled, I flourish find words,
held fast here in time and space.
I have eaten from the earth,
my tears and joys fallen into its soil.
our substances intertwined
we know sisterhood.
Copyright © Patricia Cresswell | Year Posted 2017
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