I see where the land REALLY IS

This land is tough and deep, different from the earth of Canada where I was born.  This land is heavy like black clay, 
yet fields of wheat and cotton and gracious flowers bloom.  The pioneers have learned how to tame this hard soil so that olives and dates and figs can spring from the loins of this place.  

I have to know about this land. Then I will claim it as my own.