Small Land I Call Home

I look out beyond this castle
Somewhere beyond the sea
Somewhere out there looking back at me
Is a little village
Full of little people that mean
The world to me
True most wouldn't give it a second thought
Not even a fleeting glance
But to me it is my haven
My home
My purpose for being
Without that little village
These stone walls would be a cage
I wouldn't have anything to look at
My days would drag by endlessly
So think twice before you scoff
At the small land I call home
Without it I would have nothing
Most find that funny when they look at me
But a true King is as good as his people
Without any subjects to rule
Would I really be a King at all?

--Chloe
9/20/13