The prickly terrain of Cortaderas, Where both blade and plume abound, The plumes, my liberation, The blades, my defeat. The unruly thicket echoes the name Home, The tangles of the breeze hush to silence. Cortaderas, my Home, rampant and unbound, I crave the assurance of the feathers and the ardor of your spines, Majestic Cortaderas.