I was raised by witches
in the summer sun
in the valley


in the night
under the glow of the August moon


near the lake
by fire


in the grassy hills
walking for days on end



I was raised by the sea
on an island
in a tiny house


by the woods
with watchful cedar trees


near the blue mountains
eating blackberries



I was raised by a fearless story-teller
always by my side
in the valley
in the night
under the moon
near the lake
by fire
in grassy hills
walking 
by the sea
on an island
in a tiny house
by the woods
near the mountains
eating blackberries