By P Chong Tues. 22 June 2010
Beverley Landscape in Western Australia
I am the basis of all wealth
To enjoy me be sure of your health
I am the heritage of the wise & thrifty
It’s acquired with measures both prudent & stingy.
I am the poor man’s joy & comfort
To the rich it’s a prize & thing of worth
I am the right hand of capitalism
The silent partner of countless realisation.
I am the solace of widow, comfort of the old
The corner stone of security, a fortune worth in gold
I am passed on from generation to generation
As a thing of greatest worth & jubilation.
I am the choicest fruit of toil
And credit respects me with joy
Yet unassuming & humble I am
Only the wise will know & possess me as I am.
I grow & increase in value through the years
The economic cycle bids me no tears or fears
Dormant as I am, my worth keeps on increasing
Without fear of ever failing or ceasing.
Time, an enemy to many, is my friend
And increasing population makes me grand
I defy fire & all elements earthly
For nothing can ever destroy me really.
My possessors learn to believe in me
Invariably they somehow becoming envied
While all the things wither, decay & die
I gain in value, strength, youth & survive.
Minerals like gold & silver come from me
I am the basis of all economic power & myth
I produce the food you eat to live
Unthinkingly, you are standing on me.
Yet so common am I that you pass me by
What am I?
I am L A N D . . . L A N D . . . L A N D!