I'm What Landholders Chart
My home, the essence of me,
be strong, my life,
act harsh wild Motherland.
Grey heavy sky above,
black specks dance,
hard-Matched talons whirl.
Mist rises in early light,
trees like ghosts,
Marshland wraith clothed.
An icy wind bends the grass,
it has a bitter name,
Chill northwest Hadamard.
It is a holy land,
with bells and piety,
Mild hawthorn cathedrals.
Shadowed land, hidden,
wouldst you know it?
Alderman withholds chart.