America the Beautiful

America the Beautiful The heartland of America of peace and old farmhouses, the country I read about as a young man it is still there although news we are served is of riots and mass shooting. Sturdy farmers in blue overall at the bottom of the road have collections of old stuff from recent past things collected for the love of it, but you can buy some if they feel like selling, canny know the value of scrap metal Nice roads in a green landscape and tall three, and no police sirens scream around winding corners and bullets do not fly through the air hitting a child. This is America the beautiful, I will go there someday, perhaps buy a rusty old Dodge that has been standing under a tree for twenty five years-who cares- and talk to the old farmer about this and the sorry life of city dwellers.