We are the land…
We are the farmers and the woodsmen
The fishermen and the ranchers
We are the gals in old pickups
Coming to town for feed for their animals
The men on the town truck
Mending the road
The Wichita Lineman that someone wrote a song about
We are the farmer with his tractor coming home at the end of a day
The rancher, checking his stock before a coming storm
The fisherman, looking for the harbor lights in the evening
Woodsmoke on an autumn wind
A light in the window
The land is not ours –
Oh the deed down at the courthouse may say so
But the land is not ours
We keep faith with our forefathers
And we care for the land for our children
And our children’s children
We are the land.
Jamie
Acair Fearann 