There seems to be a quiet sense of strength
In the simple statement: “I am an American.”
It says so very much yet is so simple.
It implies pride, confidence, strength,
Joyous humanity, humility. Yes! Even humility.
A humble recognition of who we all are.
The bravery of rushing next door to help put out a fire,
Of soothing a child’s fear of the darkness of night,
Offering to and helping a neighbor in sudden trouble
Even when we don’t know them that well.
How often have we taken in the unfortunate ones?
I know what it says on the Statue of Liberty; I also
Know who my closest neighbors are and where
Their ancestors lived. After all, they are friends.
We sometimes play together, pray together,
Even eat together at the same table.
What is it that makes me so proud of America?
America is not just a country, a way of living,
It’s a mystic coming together of living souls
That blends all the goodness, intelligence,
Simplicities and strengths and the dreams
Of a multitude of ancient families into
One mighty, great and glorious family.
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