A soil so red and ripe
A womb giving
birth to trees and grass
And all manner of rooted beings
A sky of ever-changing blue
Breathy with four winds
Giving flight to whispery winged creatures
Salty water
Oceanic baptismal
Surrounding, enveloping, restoring
Cut us and all of this
Will be what flows from our veins
For we are not merely affected by this place
Whether birthed here
Or lured by Siren call
The water in our blood
Rises and falls with the tides
Creating the lilt of voice
The iron red of 'soil and sand' fill our bones
Giving grit and weightiness
To thoughts, words and actions
The landscape of this place
Is a part of you and I
We carry it: heart, mind, body and soul
Cut us and all of this
Will be what flows from our veins
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