This poem can be read as 3 poems. It can be read as the Youth, the Land, or as both together. I hope it works out I'm uncertain if its intention can be derived, so please give me feedback.*

The Youth                                                   The Land
I, Eleven
                                                          ­            I, ageless
A monument atop and open hill
                                                            ­          The tide sweeps at my shores
The sky swirls dark and misted
                                                          ­            The clouds gather over me
Legs wet from the ocean
                                                           ­            Eyes open to all that takes place
Heart hammering from the run
                                                             ­          Ears listen to the sounds of millennium
                                               The sky opens up
A blurring multitude of drops
                                                           ­             Again and Again torrents hit me
We run
                                                             ­           I stay put
Lightning flashes
                                                         ­               My edges crumble
Thunder roars
                                                           ­             My mountains wear
We laugh
                                                           ­             I breathe
The hill is slick before us
                                                              ­          My back becomes wet
The ocean, the sea surround us
                                                              ­          My wild places tamed
We sing
                                                            ­            I listen
The road fills with water
                                                           ­             My faces covered in emotions
The cars honk their horns
                                                           ­             My places lived in
We jump
                                                            ­            I catch
The plunge down into dark waters
                                                          ­              My many inside me, sheltered
The resurfacing into the maelstrom
                                                                ­        My love an outward reflection of theirs
We swim
                                                            ­            I sink
The tide pulls hard
                                                                ­        My body succumbs to the ocean, to man
The storm slows its pace
                                                            ­            My love still grows stronger
We climb
                                                           ­             I support
                                              The clouds clear away
The pavement steams, drying
                                                          ­               My skies change; my many grow
We live
                                                            ­             I live.