Poem- Hedge

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Hedge

Motley creatures, captive creeping
Totem spirits on display
Bright birds caged, flitting chirping
Augury in flight, come what may

Forest beasts, tracking sneaking
Cavorting with the fae
Ocean life, teeming brimming
Primordial mother at play

Mineral kingdom, waiting healing
Veins of the earth, ancient ley
Herbal helpers, growing thriving
Healing the witch every day

Tools of the hedge witch, always seeking
Magick is her life’s way
Personal transformation, ever evolving
Power to create what she says.

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