Windburn Children

from by Stalwart Sons



Windburn Children

Wind-burned children
stand on guard,

You braced from recoil showered by
the buckshot spray
Our cocksure walk down tenant land
would never burn them down
or quell the quaking ground

Wind-burned children
dig and grow

A marching youth would not hold tight
and never could
and if they do keep glory here
never burn them down
and sway with joyous sound

Deep and wide
there's a cold wind blowing

Windburn Children
wield our ploughshares
here we are standing on guard
here we are saved

Coming from a lineage of farmers, I see the decline of family run agriculture, the decline of eating what one grows; a true understanding of land and openness is becoming less and less common. To stand in the open prairie and feel the wind, harrowed by the brisk, is noble – to be a son of the land.


from Stay Cold, released September 20, 2012



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