My Beloved Land

I've babied it,

And I've abused it.

I've ignored it,

And I've used it.

I've grazed it too short,

And I've grown it too tall.

Sometimes I wonder,

If I'm really a farmer at all...

I've loved it,

I've hated it.

I've sung to it,

And I've berated it.

I've spread compost,

And I've spread tea.

And sometimes I wonder,

Just what's the matter with me!

For I speak of no wonders;

No great treasures at hand.

All I speak of,

Is my beloved land.