I Watch
I sit on high
And watch
Everything
I am
The Land
Its soil
Rocks and Trees
Its hills
And its valleys
Its crags
And its rocks
I am
Of the land
Its rivers
Are
My blood
Its soil
My flesh
I am
For the Land
I tend it
Watch
Over it
Care
For it
Care
For me
I sit on high
And
I Watch
I wait
For you
to
Awake
© AM Hunter 2014
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Stoneacorn (Xander)
These songs, poems, and reflections offer an insight to who I am and are my autobiography.
I am a poet, a song writer, a witch.
I dance my Wyrd in my practice; in how I choose to live; in who I share my moments with.
My heart is black, white, grey and purple like the stone beneath my feet, the bones of Grandfather Green.
My eyes contain her Stars and her deep dark well as I straddle the hedge and listen to the winds.
My form is the tree that connects all realms, clothed in holly and oak.
I am Stoneacorn
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Green and Grey 
I can feel the Watcher energy in this one. Strong. Thanks!