The sight of an old barn
Deserted and alone
In winter's sleet and snow.
Stirs memories of a barn...
I am the Earth Mother
In the womb of my mountains
Were nurtured the seeds of my offspring
And violent volcanoes brought them...
The North Wind does blow,
His chilly fingers on my face
Tell me it is time to go -
To leave our mountain home...
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