Daolyth's Diary - thoughts about home

First draft

You are mine

You till the land

You grow the crops

You bake the bread

You give the tithe

You exist for me

I am yours

I ward the land

I watch the crops

I shield the bread

I guard the tithe

I exist for you

We own the land

We give it shape

We name it ours

We build a wall

We call it home

It exists for us

We are the land

The Land is in our name

The Land is in our speech

The Land is in our tales

The Land is in our hearts

We exist for the land

And for the land we must care

For if we do not care

Then the land will die

And we will not exist

Except in memory