Land Never Mere Sand

To either family The Land is God’s Gift: A Divine Portion plus Trophy to lift, All trespassers to quit making it swift, Another day to never towards it drift … A Land The Talk of legal documents gone through And newspapers armed with Truths mixed with The Untrue; An entry into the tussle of a busy-body spend-thrift Making it a plot about which death should be sniffed And from which one could Man’s folly rift. But they’re two uncaring families Impatient for The Bitterest Rift And for same cancelling their homilies And appearances for Talks briefed … Two family disputants over prized land Not wanting to hear that it is mere sand.