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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