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Oct 2017
On Sunday I showed
my son the land
he said.
I took him to the woods
that our ancestors
had planted
so that he would learn
what he was part of.

I listened quietly
and wondered
why I had never learned
what I was part of.
Written by
Sonja G N Gallhofer  F
(F)   
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