• Entry Sample 16.07.2007

    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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