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