Where have you Gone America Newly Revised
This a revised and updated edition of a poem I recently wrote and posted. I'm interested in your comments, especially if your read the previous version. Thank you for reading and providing your honest opinion(s).
Where have you gone America, where have you been?
Where are the places I used to roam
Long ago with family and friends?
Where are your steeples and spires pointing
Upward, skyward bound? Are they still there
Where I last left them
Back in my home town? God fearing people
And places, filled with traces of
Humanities hopes and dreams;
Sky scrapers, chance takers,
Sweet Land of Liberty.
And I hope you haven’t lost the grandeur
Of the Rocky Mountain Range;
The Blue Ridge, Black Hills, Sierra Nevada,
And Northern Cascades.
Are your wonderfully winding rivers still running
And forest trees growing tall
Like the pioneer days
Before the Pilgrims came to call?
Do your hearts still yearn
For what might be earned
Through the sweat of the brow and tears?
Do people still sing and dance by the moon
Because freedom’s still free so I here? Some fear
You may be falling
From the crow’s nest where you’ve been
While the waves are growing stronger
And you’re losing too many old friends.
While I still wave “Old Glory”
In these hurricane like gales,
‘Cause I’ve seen other places
And many sad faces
Where everybody fails.
Where life is pathetic, miserable, vile;
Without freedom of expressing
Barely a thought worthwhile.
Not that you don’t have a few
Stones in need of shining;
You’ve made some mistakes
But it’s still not too late;
Changing course is a matter of timing. I believe
In you America, you’re
The cradle, bosom and grave
Of all that I am and will ever be
In you, my heart still craves.
Though some may vehemently disagree
The right to do so sets them free
Paid for by the last full measure
Of friends and lovers, sons and daughters,
Fathers, Brothers in Arms,
Souls unraveled from earthly travels, America
You’re a long, long way from gone.
From my view and this direction
This reflection from the glass;
Half full instead of empty,
Troubles always pass. Sooner or later
Come what may the pendulum always shifts;
Left and right, day and night, America,
You’re still the world’s greatest gift.