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Walk The Hills/Great Grandmother's Story
by Alexandria Economou

They put the coins on my father's eyes
And I began to walk the hills,
My mother said I must.
I looked behind, the village small and then,
It disappeared.
When the sky turned inky
I was afraid,
Shadows awakened, like men from their sleep,
The ones we buried in their suits,
With coins on their eyes,
The ones gone mad, we tied to trees,
That screamed and howled in the night.
When the dark blanket covered the hills
I was afraid,
But I slept with a million stars.
The sheep folded into peaceful circles
And the dogs were warm and close to me.
When the night's blanket began to fold
To let the new light in,
The animals stretched and scratched and waited.
I missed my mother, my sister's laughter, my brother's tease,
My father's voice.
And I began to walk the hills,
My mother said I must.


 

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