Poetry By Willow Dancer


Great grandma taught her eldest son
all the secrets that she knew,
he passed them to his daughter
mama's a witch and I'm one too!

Altho we've each chosen different
the paths that we would take,
we hold common to tradition
in the magick that we make.

For a time we took to shadows
but it wasn't always so,
sought for truth and wisdom
not so very long ago.

We took oath to band together
and guard our culture well,
we stood in outraged silence
as our pagan temples fell.

Once imprisoned by injustice
pages turn and time goes by,
now empowered by my heritage
mama's a witch and so am I.....

Willow Dancer

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