America
I see America in majestic mountain ranges, lush vegetation and sandy shores.
I see her in gold fields blending into deserts and the Rockies of her Southwest
or to her east – melding with green rolling hills, woodlands and lovely lakes.
I hear America in children’s voices excited for Halloween or Christmas.
I hear her in the busy traffic of her many spacious cities.
Or I hear her in the whispers of wind across her plentiful plains.
I inhale America’s fragrance in her numerous parks and forests.
I inhale whiffs of her food in her vast array of restaurants and bakeries.
I revel also in the strong scent of fisherman wharves on her opposite coasts.
I taste America in her multi-cultural cuisine served up in numerous eateries.
I taste America in my own cooking inspired by traditional foods and by new.
I revel in the taste of her movie popcorn where so many others do the same!
Finally, I feel America in her diverse climes extending for miles in all directions.
I feel America in the warmth of her people when they smile and say hello.
Mainly I "feel" America with gratitude for the FREEDOM lives were given for!
Dec. 29, 2019 for Carolyn Devonshire's Whitman-Inspired Uplifting Poetry, Old Or New Poetry Contest
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