ancestral

A Poem by annie lee

tanka

if we traced our

dubious bravery back to

its beginnings, it

would still be blood --- the dry hills

would be cracked and brown with it.

© 2013 annie lee

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annie lee

Prunedale, CA

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I'm a tough old broad who spent almost 30 years at Ma Bell, and that is high level training for surviving in the jungle. Thank you for your patience. I am retired from the Unix and Linux world, but w.. more..