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Mother Earth You Give Me Strength

Oh my mother earth, how you give me strength...

As I stand in your fields, your blades of wheat gently brush my hair,

As your hills massage the aching from my bones,

As I float along your rivers, you cleanse me ‘till I am pure and bare,

As I wander alone, your canopies warm me like my home.

As you lift me up onto mountain tops, I am awed by the view.

I am most alive,

when I know not the time or place

I am in, with you.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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Romano Avatar
April 21, 2017 at 5:32 PM
Very nice. Favorie line: "I am most alive when I know not the time or place I am in with you."
Gruhn Avatar
April 22, 2017 at 7:40 AM
Thanks so much, Trisha!
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