Americans all, by choice, or by birth—
Working side by side for shelter,
For food, for peace or the love of life
The gold that glistens from the wheat
Also reflects in the hands on the hoes,
Strong backs pitching hay, worn hands of wives
Working to raise the future in kitchens,
The candlelit rooms, training the leaders
Of tomorrow on their laps as twilight fails.
All across this land of America
The fabled story unfurls, out of sight
Away from the mind of a world
That rushes madly on, chasing gold.
#independenceday
#fourthofjuly
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