She sits by the fire and stirs her *** the day has been a long one and tonight's new moon means no sleep tonight for there are times right for harvest and can be done no other time The folks of the village depend on her art for to bring new life and easing the pain of the living as well as honouring the dead There is no Rede or three by three here no shiny wands or talismans she is elder here and thus respected perhaps feared but she lives her life alone She was the beginning a first footer here seeking only to serve little profit is found outside of the town What would she thinks of our books and our Rede She who never learned to read Was She more or less then I? Did She seek to lead? Would she smile at our toys our trinkets and beads or shake her head and turn to leave
I wonder what the First Ones would see looking now at me and thee