Eremetic
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Around my head a cold wind blows,
Branches creak and groan upon the pine.
Birds cling to their nests,
For exposure beckons death
At Winter’s bony hands.
This is the land in which I drew first breath –
A cold and unforgiving place, but mine;
And should my self be lost to time,
No memory of my battles, lost or won,
No record of the thoughts once in my mind,
The land lives on.
Branches creak and groan upon the pine.
Birds cling to their nests,
For exposure beckons death
At Winter’s bony hands.
This is the land in which I drew first breath –
A cold and unforgiving place, but mine;
And should my self be lost to time,
No memory of my battles, lost or won,
No record of the thoughts once in my mind,
The land lives on.