I love this land
It is me
I am it
from its dust
my ancestors rose
From its form
my breast is mounded.
I love this land
That whispers my name
in its musky scent
It endures my footsteps
Awaiting the day
I will return to its embrace.

I love this land
It is me
I am it
from its dust
my ancestors rose
From its form
my breast is mounded.
I love this land
That whispers my name
in its musky scent
It endures my footsteps
Awaiting the day
I will return to its embrace.
A Prophetic eagle's nesting ground and take off site.
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