Maestoso

I stand against all odds in band
Who tries to exploit the sand
Of my own native land.

Hefty loads may then I'll carry
If it is really necessary:
A manifestation of love to a country
Which is deep within me.

I don't want to be compelled
For I own this homestead.
I want to be respected
And not to be humiliated.

Maestoso, I say then
Over and over again
To the world of keen men.
"Be fair then!"






Poetry by Winston Latanafrancia Soldevilla
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Written on 2007-08-15 at 16:58

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nature
Lovely Winston you write with sincerity
2007-08-21


uma
Land of love
land of sorrow
this is the land i belong
this is the land i love
this is the land i cry for...
2007-08-20


Kathy Lockhart
this flows so fluidly with rhythm and rhyme. Beautifully written.
2007-08-15