Trail Point, America's Compass

Hold and veer revolved career, the way by man alone on trails unknown, across trackless stone, to follow where? across prairie’s bare! traveling light with bellies tight, on rocky shores its lore was sure, to follow, follow across crag across hollow your roads were strung as songs were sung. To the moonlights gleam your face a'sheen within an allegorical necklace of emerald green, over the lush deep pile of grassy miles in shades of juniper deep in a darkling sleep, to the rising of suns and a compass point all journey's run. the tales untold of companies bold that (you without) had much to doubt, for you've shown the trail helped set the sails, the Mayflower knew your north point true, in part America is! Because of you! Jim Bridger held you in his hand as he mapped a path to the Rio Grande, George Washington, Sam Houston, Davy Crocket and Daniel Boone, stood for Liberty, Truth and elbow room. So what of now! the why when & how? Can the trail point of a nation, validate its creation? in these days pitch dark can you strike a spark are there men like Kennedy or Martin Luther King, women, like Amelia Earhart whose spirits point forward in adversity, and continue to sing.