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I am walking on a trail
with sharp curves, large boulders,
high mountain passes.
I do not know its beginning,
although my grandmothers tell me stories
of a seashore I have never seen,
of songbirds I have never heard.
My own trail winds past waterfalls.
Meadowlarks sing beside my camp.
I will not see its ending.
My grandchildren will dance beside wide rivers,
and explore deep canyons
I have never known.
