
They sang by the well They danced by the sea They shared the old stories beneath the oak tree She mothered the children She tended with care She knew that her village would always be there I listen to wisdom I watch old hands work I learn at the feet that have long graced the earth We women have shared We women have cried We women are stronger as sisters side by side As maidens we listen As mothers we love As crones we share wisdom from all we've dreamed of -gws