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Tweed-Jacket I

With memories fresh in my thoughts I think about my Mountain home the corners of my mouth begin to quiver my smile dims My mother, strong and insightful represented the thread of time She left the earth swiftly moving through the needle of life Her forehead wrinkles could not be seen her beauty was as beautiful as fine woven woolen tweed looking at her made me feel warm inside my heart I somehow knew the cold winds were blowing through Now in Contemplation I tend the Yaks they graze for awhile and scatter about tattered tweed woolen jacket keeps me warm as I listen to the Nomad songs gracing the air nourished I am, by these Tibetan plains