Alexandra and the land
The soil: her wedding band.
She was father’s favorite among his sons.
She saw growth out there where others
Could only see what went on before.
Her hands to the crops were mothers;
Her days made our nation’s lore.
In history books we’re taught
Notions of white man’s plunder
Which the natives fought—
But this story is of Alexandra’s wonder.
Her soul was drawn deep in the earth
Where she could intuit husbandry’s worth.