Nativism

Nativism, I just learned about this new word today. When you were a kid you stood up against the wall and they measured you. But nobody knew, least of all you, about what you felt in your own heart, unless you were loved. A native where ever you were. And just hoping to grow, taller. The winds through the trees where I grew up in Michigan make a sound, and I always thought that that sound gave me the ability to care about the land and all people no matter where they might come from. What was the poet, Robert Frost, who found it as a habit to sing about, what became the most silently un-stitched in what was once claimed to be a new world and free half of thee the only part part filled with deep regret and then, there is my own Peace!