A quick poem: Our nations roots

The dirt, the sun and the trees,

The very resources that have made you and me,

Growing this country from its birth,

It resources have shown the world its true worth,

From family farmers, to expansive grains,

This land has been ours to shift and tame,

Oh those mountains that reach so high,

To the plains where the eagles fly,

This land is made by many hands, from wind and rain,

To the ants that tunnel in the sand,

We are here, a part of this now,

Our hands will shape this land we sow,

Let us not forget this truth,

For we can easily destroy the life of our nations roots

Let us not be the yew,

That poisons this land for others to renew,

Our sons and daughters depend on us know,

For the sanction and protection of the land we have now,

Let us make our proclamation for the protection of the internal wealth of our nation,

For one day we may look back and wish we had the foresight to hold back,

This land can only be abused for so long,

Before it grows week and timid to those hands so strong