Celebrating 50:Iv
Still the green tolling hope
Like Bedward's jeremiad
Or Garvey's trope
Is something to tell about
Still it drinks sun's fire
And from this alone
Makes bread and water
A man find
On rare fruit trees
Searching among strange ornamentals
Still deep roots bind the soil
Against erosion
Thank God there is little rain
And still the green
Of pastures and forestland
Binds my heart
To the old native land
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