My Home, My Land

My home, my land
is lapping at the port…
Got myself a marinière
cut my hair real short

My home, my land
is underneath my feet…
Holds me while I’m dancing
Tap it for a beat

My home, my land
makes the flagpole sway…
flickering fires, invisible
fingers that like to play

My home, my land
rises with the hen…
That cocks-a-doodle-doodle-dee,
waking our children

My home, my land :
sea. earth. wind. sun…
Many different faces
Together they are one.

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