Sound of the Soil

Why do I labor for hours on end?
Wrestling words for a meaning to tend?
Some some do it for glory, some do it for fame
But I fight for my family name
My country’s not even three centuries old
Yet many songs have been sung, and many stories been told
Put your ears to the ground, hear the sound of the soil
She’s been humble and lovingly loyal
She creates for she knows no other way
She our mother making the place to raise a family
So I create for few friends and my family
For my God and my sanity
I’m writing for those in my family tree