What's the nature
of our heartland?
can we touch it?
do we understand?

What's its colour
its shape and terrain
green as the field
or drought-driven?

What tone does it speak in
is it harsh, gentle or plain?
does it hide its secrets?
does it labour in pain?

What should I do
its love and confidence to gain?
a thousand times I've tried
but ended sadly in vain.