Beyond the reach of castle wall Shadows, calloused hands shield tired Eyes from the unrelenting sunlight Burning red shoulders and humble Harvests.
Plow for sword, horse for labour, Opposite of knight and royalty. Hands that only take life for nutrition Wave back at the queen standing In the cottage doorway, smiling.
Apron cape, head proud beneath the Invisible crown of motherhood. Needs no throne, a woman so strong She never sits. Life is perfect in the eyes and hearts
Of those content with little. May lightning split the skies and water Pour upon these fields. Our gold is oat, we need no moat to Protect the walls of our home.
No foe invades for so little. Ashes of dead distant stars; this soil. Watered with the sweat of generations. I would fight for this land. I do so every day.