We fell in love with the land

We fell in love with the land
when it became ours
going to explore
the plains, the deserts and mountains

and shook
Holland and England from us,
like a dog does
when its fur gets wet from water

and our reality is here and now
and even though at times things are grey
as if the new government want to gorge us down,
we can regard no other place as our own

we have lost our hearts here
there’s no other land that charms us as much,
no other horizon that is so own to us
of which we hear the heartbeat in our own.

[Reference: The Gift Outright by Robert Frost.]

poem by Gert Strydom
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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