over the dry terrain of this land.
So let’s rest for a little while,
if we can in such a sandy place.
Just enough water for the sparse green
and almost enough to satisfy.
Take what you need and don’t let them see,
if at night you take more than your share.
A people so friendly in this desert place,
until you want more of what is rightfully theirs.
Where we go next is a mystery yet,
but for now may this dust be called home.
With the release of every chapter of Below the Land, I will be posting a companion poem. This is the poem related to Chapter 12.
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