Once, This Was Our Land

Once, this was our land,

Where we ran the highest peaks and held the very sky inside our palms.

Once, this was our land,
Where we stalked the working fields for all that we could take,
Where love came calling and was so easily found, That it was cheaply wasted.

Once, this was our land, 
Where we ruled the earth and all within it and the rules were most certainly ours.
But now the eyes don’t see too well and the head no longer remembers so clearly,
And as I sit on the bus and look from my window, I see the young with different rules,
Not mine, for sure and in their eyes I  see it all – it says:
“This is our land”.


bobby stevenson 2013