Forgotten Ground Regained

Loggen Crown

A.J. Deane
This country, called The Loggen Crown,Seized in battle and bought in peace,We Moss-Hair Men have made our own;As we are Loggen’s without cease.The fields are fletched with our forefathers’ grain.Our bone-braced sod and bloodied soilGives rise to harvest reapings hale,And feeds us fecund with our toil.Formed of the fallow, we are earth.Soft springtime tears fall tall from skiesTo bless us fields with beauty fairAnd bounty bring to lichened lives.History’s heart deep in all dwells.Through gilded veins, feel glory glow,Breathe leaf and berry, bark and loam;As we Moss-Hair Men take root, and sow.
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