Wherever she walked

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She picked the northern sun

with nut brown hands

and brought it down to earth for us

 

and through cold furrows fed

corn yellow thread

that grew up strong and tall for us

 

then conjured fires to fight

with sleet and ice

to make the world feel warm for us.

 

If frost forever froze

the river fields,

what, then, would become of us?

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