Pasture

Frozen forests,

Snowy fields

A path non taken

Only by us

Into the hidden

Worlds of the past

Down the ages

A couple of hundred years

Farmers and herders

They like us did not live here

During the winter

We came here to remember

And honor our life in the summer

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