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