My Country
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They were my people, And this country was my country. Deep ravines Send strange shadows into the valley. Rock ridges Bulwark returning ferns and flowers. Rock towers Watch the invading shadows. Hills mother children. Hills watch while children sleep. Fathomed in coulees, The spirit water-falls Say all there is to say.