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My Land
My Land
This is my land.
I will cultivate, love, and cherish my land.
I will choose when Spring will come,
I will choose my own Husbandman,
I will choose if there be none,
I will choose when the rain will be,
And choose if and who will plant a seed.
This is my land.
My soil will nourish, protect, and feed.
My soil may remain fallow,
My soil gives the fruit we need,
My soil should be hallowed.
My soil from a will that's freed,
You have no power over me.
This is my land.
You have fought, died, and thrown your gold.
You value this above most things.
You may scorn this fertile female soul,
You may deny my right to be,
You may try to wrest control,
But this land belongs to me.
Inheritance from the King of Kings,
Yes, this land belongs to me.
Copyright ©
Crystol Woods
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