The Weight of the Land

It might be nice enough

To look out from your window

The dust the rock

The parched grass you could see

Such a space imagine

A dozen big fields

The weight of the land

would get to you

The weight of the land

Families so few

And farms so commanding

They mapped the land

Stamped it with their names

Estates so great

But comfortless bare

The weight of the land

would get to you

The weight of the land

Words from the book "Bad Land" by Jonathan Raban used with kind permission of the author.