Of wide closed spaces

We own it, 

Declared boldly,

With words like Beauty, Rich, 

And just on medium Rare.

The scent of Eucalyptus.

Songs about lands, and dances.

It’s ours, we say

Protect. Control. 

Don’t let them in.

That’s us right here, 

That’s you over there.

And we ain’t got room

In these wide open spaces, 

To possibly spare.

Categories: Poetry

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