Her roots travel miles long 

buried deep below her soles

wondrous unforgettable moments

next to grueling times of hell

paths of fading footprints tell

of lessons learned, even at ninety.

Years drawn in lines upon her face

sagging boobs and slow steps

carry endless hidden strengths

rising from a passionate spirit

flashes of piercing youth

mingling with eyes of the wise.

"The wise wear purple," she says laughing

sipping on her hardened water

swinging in her purple hat

telling joyful tales of years past

wearing a smile of freedom.

                              ©River    1/11 

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