My Land

In my country, my land,

It is different here: extreme,

A place apart, unique, special.

Yes, we have blue skies, green trees,

Flowers, grasses, and bees;

We also have spiders and snakes

And other nice nasties

Living together in great diversity.

 

A land of contrasts is my land—

A desert continent, an ancient place

With a history reaching back

Many thousands of years of occupation

In harmonious partnership, successful,

Symbiotic between flora and fauna.

Man is a relative latecomer

To its wide-open spaces.

 

My people have shared this land, our land,

For several thousand years now—

A short period in the history of this place—

Successfully sharing in its bounty,

Husbanding, nurturing its resources,

In partnership with the land, comfortable

Until just more than two hundred years ago,

When the invaders came.