An t-àm a d`hfhalbh -(Past), by Anna Lorena
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The Old Ways
You teach me
Of the days long gone
Of a respect for the Earth
You hide me
From enemies who seek
From a torturous world
You carry me
Through the troubled times
Through the quagmire of life
You guide me
With age old resolution
With knowing love
I respect you
I do not worship you
I keep you in my heart
I wear you on my sleeve
I celebrate you
And spread
your teaching
your cover
your care
your guidance
your love
To all the children of the Earth
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Posted: 2005-03-19 03:40:41 UTC |
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