Americans
Americans are a mixture of flavors:
Salty, spicy, sweet.
Whatever you like,
your taste we meet.
Descendants of countries
far and wide.
Wherever they once lived
they came here to hide.
Hiding from violence and hate,
from poverty and war,
immigrants seeking a new fate.
They were black, brown and white,
short and tall,
fat and slim,
we welcomed them all.
English and Spanish,
French and Chinese,
Irish and Scots,
send them all, please.
We’ll eat hot dogs and hamburgers
and bar-b-que,
goulash and gumbo and Irish stew.
We’ll dance and sing
and play guitars.
We'll watch movies
made by stars.
We’ll celebrate Thanksgiving and July the fourth,
and remember Martin Luther King
by marching back and forth.
Politics and the law are favorite topics.
Waving flags and carrying signs,
Parades and protests
Are a sign of the times.
True TV and talk shows abound.
Choose what you like.
It’s here to be found.
America, the land of the free,
Started by people who bled for you and me.
By: Carole O’Terry Duet; copyright 6/19/2020 (L); “All rights reserved”
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