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In the Name of Gaia


I, Mother Earth

Cradle thee tenderly

Offer up my breast

Feeding naturally


I, Mother Earth

Raise thee up high

Open thy mouth

Release thy cry


I, Mother Earth

Bounty give to thee

Embrace my gift

Engorge and set free


I, Mother Earth

Innate and free

Hold in my womb

Dominion of fertility


With love

By Janet Jarrell

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  1. Great poem Janet - congrats again on your success in writing - may there be many more

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  2. ...same to you!

    Looking forward to the humour blog book.

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