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 be unbroken,
My soil has a will that's free,
My soil may be woken, or be left to sleep,
My soil may be left fallow,
But my soil by me will be hallowed.
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.
Copyright © Crystol Woods | Year Posted 2024
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