UPON THIS LAND

UPON THIS LAND

This ancient, ancient land

Where nothing breathed

But the animals

And the trees

We came to this land

Just to

Live amongst

The wild

And the free

Not to tame it

Claim it or reclaim it

This belongs

To our

Mother Earth

Our Creators land

Ploughed the earth

Sowed the seeds

In this earth

Crops that we did reap

Always plenty for others

To sow

And reap

Not for weeping

As I look beyond this

Ancient, ancient land

Visions of the

Darkness

And light

Knowing that this

Ancient, ancient

Land

Is no longer the

New World

As man once called

It

There is no space to breath

Feel

Escape

The madness of the

Great Cities

Freedom to run

As wild as a steed

Letting the wind

Blow free

Through

Mind

Body

And spirit

© Teresa Joseph Franklin

9^th May 2012

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