our land

Our Land Dawn breaks, above Woody's love All dead, 'neath frozen flake Our season's neglect Spring promises, a nurturing thaw Looms low on the horizon And high in our hopes They won't make it so, absent husbandry.. Naught will rise, save noxious weed Lest the furrow be plow'd by callused hand And the seed be buried gently Deep, in loamy land Even then, deed's undone If our wary eye should wander And let creep, that wild growing weed So aptly named greed That, minus vigilance Might strangle a nation Pray all, if such a thing can help That trust's been well placed And cards be fairly dealt.. Before sun sets, on our lovely land