She fell like seed
on good ground –
giving herself as final
gift to land she’d
walked and worked
for years.
Leaving stories,
laughter, tears,
memories of
forthright speech
the love of liberty –
her fierce, unyielding heart,
flying free.


                                   In memory of Anne Priest 1927 – 2010.

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