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I look over this land and recall in my mind
How we planted those fields in happier times
Sowing gold corn and barley
at the start of the Spring
As we tilled earth together
And dream’t what our harvest would bring

But I was foolish and weak and I cast you aside
Now our fields they have withered,
my spirit has died
Now the wind whistles through
the old mortar and stone
And I sit here and watch
as The Weeds lay their claim to our home

And they grow, grow, grow
They plot to overthrow
I’ve boarded the windows and given the deeds
To the brambles, the creepers, The Weeds.

By the Green Poison Ivy
my house has been ‘sacked
Faces of my three children
hang crooked and cracked
And the Pink Rhododendron
has salted the earth
So that nothing can grow here –
‘Least nothing of any great worth

I look over this house as I sit here alone
It’s your love – not my family –
that made it a home
If I’d only looked better
at the start of the Spring
We’d still have our fields
And the hope of what Autumn would bring

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from While The Blackthorn Burns (Digital Edition), released April 26, 2014

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