We who proud belong <br />Among the countrysiders <br />Reckon we all see <br />Such wonderful <br />Complexity of life. <br /> <br />Far from city lights, <br />We witness every gleaming <br />Sunbeam strike new growth <br />In sacred things <br />That spawn in grassy streams. <br /> <br />Scent of early dew <br />We smell in earthy springtime. <br />Sights of nature's prize <br />Buzzards, winging <br />Skywards fill our eyes. <br /> <br />Cygnets magic change <br />Over time from brown to white. <br />Dark flocks of starlings <br />Noisy roost, but <br />Delight us every nightime. <br /> <br />We want no changes. <br />Rivers run and must reach sea <br />From moorland heights, walking <br />Tall by birthright, <br />Our heritage is free.<br /><br />Fay Slimm<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-birthright-heritage/
