Loving the Land
©2015 Susan Noyes Anderson

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Their roots were in the land;
the land was everything.
The old ones took a stand,
inured to suffering.
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Their roots were in the land;
the land was everything.
The old ones took a stand,
inured to suffering.
If ever in my final, fading years
the essence of me drifts too far away…
if I am lost as reason disappears,
hold me in memory until the day
when body stills at last and spirit flies
to make a home in brighter, bluer skies.
Martin Luther King
had quite a dream,
and so did I.
Sadly, it peaked,
then sprang a leak
and failed to satisfy.
A new train chugging round the bend,
I wish I knew where it would end.
So much momentum, smoke and steel,
unstoppable from stack to wheel.
Don’t speak Dutch to an Englishman
to tell him how you feel.
Use words that he can understand
to show your love is real.
Every day is worth its weight.
The years pass on, and soon or late
your fields will grow up gold and tall
or fade away to naught at all.
Happy is as happy does.
The focus rests on you.
When things go south, you make or break
your chosen point of view.