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    This, Be Our Land - By Joe Wood

    "This, Be Our Land"

    A poem by Joe Wood

    (2010)

     

    I had a memory, of a land a'plenty

    The men a'working, the women talking

    I had a nightmare, the world was ending

    This land was made for you and me.

     

    I stole a hammer, to break a wall through

    I built a tower, to see a sky from

    I smelt the tarnish, of an aging steeple

    This land was made for you and me.

     

    As I was crying, on a desperate mid-day

    I felt a puncture, a desolate hunger

    I stopped the engine, I grabbed my steel-string

    This land was made for you and me.

     

    I took a picture, of the tallest building

    I made a painting, of a falling airplane

    I drew a number, in reflecting water

    This land was made for you and me.

     

    I laid my head back, in a rocky rapid

    I fanned my fingers, in a raging windstorm

    I put my feet up, on a crashing mountain

    This land was made for you and me.

     

    I saw a body, that had no clothing

    I fed a baby, that wasn't smiling

    I helped a lady, who wasn't beautiful

    This land was made for you and me.

     

    Walked down a highway, to lose my feeling

    Counted my footsteps, to keep from dying

    I bought a rifle, to kill my fearing

    This land was made for you and me.

     

    I took a corner, and drew an opening

    I gathered flowers, to frame the desert

    I scattered seed-lings, in a desolate meadow

    This land was made for you and me.

     

    I played a record, that gave a signal

    I rode a box-car, that sang a refrain

    I saw a man who, whispered a warning

    This land was made for you and me.

     

    I rode the pony, and felt the prarie

    I stood in sunny, and wavy grassland

    I fell asleep in, a lonely valley

    This land was made for you and me.

     

    I started singing, to see the sunset

    I met the moonlight, to keep from crying

    I wrote the letters, to keep from insane

    This land was made for you and me.

     

    I saw the Devil, in a million windows

    I saw the Devil, in a crowded hallway

    I saw the Devil, on a sunny sidewalk

    This land was made for you and me.

     

    I swore an oath to, an aging banner

    I broke an engine, to save a man from

    I loved a young girl, who wouldn't save me

    This land was meant for you and me.