'This Land' a poem by Leon Aarts (1982)

This land of surreal fruit

sends my eyes into ecstasy

my mind mute

this land smells of true life

of sweat

and of truth

this land is my past

I feel it, in my bones

Doors are opened

Through them, come my relatives

They live in This land

I have their blood 

I thrive

On their Heritage

They Flood

My desires with Love