The Rookery - Native

Native land, I never knew you
Rocks not sand, how could we lose you
Grab my hand, show me the full moon harvest
Mystic breeze, you know the language
Of the red, the firm and grounded
Catch my dreams, find my long lost friend
Smoke and fire swirl, by the river
Salmon cease their course, to deliver

Written by:
Brooke Richey

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