This Bless’d Land

This bless’d land, this curs’d land.
This is the land that I call home.
Of memory scarred, of tarnished hills,
I take with me where I so roam.
This land so brazen in it’s beauty,
So torn in sight and sound alone.
So much it means, and more, to me,
So much it’s taken, so much it’s shown.
On this day I return to death.
To say ‘so long’, to one not known.
To see the souls I left behind.
And take time to look upon my own.
I wonder, wander. Leave to hope.
I stare and bow at every stone.
This bless’d land, this curs’d land.
This is the land that I call home.

Written By Shane Ferguson
On The 11th Day of November 2008