Land of Opportunity

I take my hat off for the flag I stand up straight; let others sag I get all weepy for Old Glory thinking of my family's story They came from Russia with naught but hope with just their wits to help them cope No language skills or education either Money or living quarters, they had neither But they scraped and scrimped, and just kept going Gramps peddled junk, grams did the sewing And with the help of God, it all worked out Hard work and faith -- their kids did sprout My father an attorney, my uncle a physician All due to gram and gramps' prescient intuition To emigrate alone, part of no community to an unknown land of opportunity