| Whose land is this?
This is where the thistle opens, Where the honeysuckle and the nettle embrace gently, Where the ptarmigan cries Where the midges are happy. Whose land is this, That the gods have chosen to bestow and decorate with The beauty of living things? This is Scotland, land of our births. The land our fathers fathers and beyond tended And loved, as we should In order to pass on, to our sons and daughters, To their sons and daughters and still beyond’ To keep what the Gods foreseen for our future. This is Scotland. This is our Scotland. | |
| Who's land is this?
This is where flowers and greenery grow in the summer where the oak tree leaves change from green to red to orange in the fall, where the land becomes barren in the white sparkling snowy winter,this is Connecticut the co | |
| Whose land is this? This is the land where sweat and hard work and god reign supreme, where conservative ideals and diversity collide, where cornsilks wave in an August breeze that dances across the field of dreams:
This is Iowa, homegrown Iowa | |
| Who's land is this? I look around the ghetto that encloses me... it is a prison. SOmthing made to keep the weak from growing intot he power houses of this nations ratty government. It is pretty... flowers, and trees, plains, and rolling hills. This la |

