Village Tree

We have grown
from the roots
of this little place,
my friends,
the bowels
of the grave,
the deposit
of our genes.
We are the indigenous,
the core,
come up through
the trees
very centre,
grown into the leaves,
inhaled by the sky
and lifted upwards
until we reach
the warmth of freedom
and the path
of our ancestors.
We will nourish eternity
withour spirits.

Sally Plumb