• Time has come, then stories are told;
    Earth rotates…through hot and cold.
    Time bears life–for a perfect teach;
    Moments blink into a happier reach.

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    Time has come, then stories are told;
    Earth rotates…through hot and cold.
    Time bears life–for a perfect teach;
    Moments blink into a happier reach.

    Time reveals a true world to share;
    Open doors usher-in faith and care.
    Time appears as a marvelous thing;
    Hearts of gold, with diamond rings.

    Time explores this amazing world,
    Contributing eager boys and girls.
    Time grows more lovely wth trees,
    Song birds, and the sound of bees.

    Time preserves friendships to share;
    Investing substance–a cautious dare.
    Time remembers the richest stories;
    A choice renders a moment of glory.

    Stories survive for generations to tell;
    Spring follows the fall…to tell it well.
    Time moves-on…where nothing stays.
    Time has come; time has blown away.
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  • Somewhat bewildered, asked,
    J. Hector St. John de Crevecoeur,
    “What, then, is the American,
    this new man…of ours?”

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    Somewhat bewildered, asked,
    J. Hector St. John de Crevecoeur,
    “What, then, is the American,
    this new man…of ours?”

    Boldly, the “man” plucked-up
    traditions of embedded roots,
    to escape comfortable heritage,
    by rugged miles of muddy boots.

    Confronted with a brave and reckless quest,
    he challenged a new environment.
    By God–for religious freedom,
    –formed a more perfect “government.”

    America!…a wild mysterious country;
    untamed by culturally civil hands.
    Climate covered forest–hot and cold,
    infested with savage Indian bands.

    From cultures beyond the sunset,
    came travelers…with their kin.
    A potpourri of blood–with a liquid net,
    gravitate into a new blend of men.

    Nobles–an English race of gentlemen;
    plantation owners of colonial land.
    Suspicion swept their wealthy minds,
    as German order made legal stands.

    What anger possessed the Scotch-Irish;
    a blinking red-haired bloody lot.
    Sizzling blood mixed with Indian fire,
    savage temper had never been so hot!

    Shamefully, does history reminiscence
    –on a darker pigment of skin.
    The African race brought here to slave,
    without praise…to assist the “man.”

    The American race, St. de Crevecoeur,
    English, Scotch, Irish, Asian, and Swede,
    German, French, Spanish, African, and Indian
    Presents the new “MAN”, our American breed.
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  • Somewhat bewildered, asked,
      J. Hector St. John de Crevecoeur,
      “What, then, is the American;
      this new “man”…of ours?”

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    Somewhat bewildered, asked,
    J. Hector St. John de Crevecoeur,
    “What, then, is the American;
    this new “man”…of ours?”

    Boldly, the “man” plucked-up
    traditions of embedded roots,
    to escape comfortable heritage,
    by rugged miles of muddy boots.

    Confronted with a brave and reckless quest,
    he challenged a new environment.
    By God–for religious freedom,
    –formed a more perfect “government.”

    America!…a wild mysterious country;
    untamed by culturally civil hands.
    Climate covered forest–hot and cold,
    infested with savage Indian bands.

    From cultures beyond the sunset,
    came travelers–with their kin.
    A potpourri of blood–with a liquid net,
    gravitate into a new blend of men.

    Nobles–an English race of gentlemen;
    plantation owners of colonial land.
    Suspicion swept their wealthy minds,
    as German order made legal stands.

    What anger possessed the Scotch-Irish;
    a blinking red-haired bloody lot.
    Sizzling blood mixed with Indian fire,
    savage temper had never been so hot!

    Shamefully, does history reminiscence
    –on a darker pigment of skin.
    The African race brought here to slave,
    without praise…to assist the “man.”

    The American race, St. de Crevecoeur,
    English, Scotch, Irish, Asian, and Swede,
    German, French, Spanish, African, and Indian
    Presents the new “MAN”, our American breed.
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