Sacred Grain

My mother and I got on a train
My eyes were glued to the window pane
To see that land and see the plain
Until we stopped, and left the train

I took my hat and took my cane
And we strolled along the ancient lane
Then mother stepped, on sacred grain
And farmers got mad, for she was to blame

I ran away and took a plane
And soon enough I was in Spain
I looked around, the land was plain
So I skipped along without any shame

I sometimes wish my mother came
Along with me to ride that plane
For now I do not know what came
Of the women who stepped on sacred grain.

The End

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