On this ground we stand and stare
Feel earthy roots beneath our feet
Down, down, layers of sparks,
Timbers, songs, memories, lives lived
Turn your eyes to the sky
The wind blows and the clouds swirl
The seas and oceans call us
Tides glitter as the lighthouse beams
Light dark light dark light dark
See the bare hills and islands
From the sky our land is a small, precious thing
And us in it, a thing to treasure
Gica
Makin A Brew Craigroyston Parents Poetry Group
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