Holding the Torch

26 Nov
I contemplate the you I've dreamed
and write my thoughts in poetry
I sing of you with my whole being,
believing a most pleasant dream
Why is it you enthrall me so
to put you on a pedestal?

If I should sing your face so fair
your sienna eyes, your lush green hair
Your mountain range's misty rise
your plains, your hills, your azure skies
it'd be more than I could ever bear
to fully sing your vast grandeur
before these lights of mine go dim
I want to walk Mogollon Rim
and on the Canyon wide and grand
to shout my song, to take a stand

This land I live, of you, I sing
In broken rhyme, I prance and sing
look out upon your myriad trees
and chant of all your living things
aged 5 thousand years and some
Prometheus and Methuselah

Sing grizzly bears, sing caribou
sing flying squirrels, and masked raccoon
your crafty fox, your coyote's howl
in the night, your wise hoot owl
I praise your soil, the loam, your fields
I sing and praise your fruitful yields
the ground, fertile, with faithful clime
make all rejoice at harvest time

Your every part commands my song
My contemplation is deeply drawn
to fall in love again, and swoon
from night and dawn
and sun-drenched noon
sing Great Lakes and riverways
both ocean coasts and scenic bays

I sing your people to honor those
originals who carried bows
their love for you & Mother Earth
from your soil, they've had their birth
ancient spirits who knew the trees
when the Red Woods were but saplings

I sing the poetry of cataclysmic change
of those who came to you as strange
aliens who were searching for
the promised land, but grasping more
of Crazy Horse, his battles fought
his unfinished horn now embossed

I sing the sorrow of your land
when blood was on a brother's hand
and the lines of your fair face
were subject to war's rude disgrace

I sing the wars, the hate, the lies
that blinded everybody's eyes
the struggle for this glorious land
spanning years from sand to sand

I sing of slavery, I sing of those
shanghaied to you from Africa's shores
I sing of the inhumanity endured
far worse than what we've ever heard
I sing the merit of their cause
their contribution giving pause

I sing of your different people now
who stand for all, and take a vow
to protect what's yours, home and abroad
to be one nation under God

I sing America--her theme
her vision I sing with my whole being
You, freeing land, enthrall me so
I put you on a pedestal.

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Posted by on November 26, 2021 in Poetry



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