We Have Become . . .

 

Who have we become as a nation? Are the driving thoughts that pushed to seek this new nation still admired, or have we forgotten the original verve and spirit, which we had once kept, that generated our very souls?

 

 

We Have Become . . .

 

 

There are some,

That I feel would be able to see that past soul-filled shrine,

If they were to merely take a second glance,

Into the initial beauty,

Of the primal past that mellow trickles,

Through all of our souls unacknowledged.

 

I would not be able,

To run my hand along the,

Riveting, flushed little smile,

Of my pupil with her knowledge craves,

If I were not able to first see this shrine,

That lives in my own breast.

 

Somehow I feel as though-

We have long forgotten the new country we have borne,

That which takes us to heights unfathomed,

Allows us to extend our sights to the strong moon-

As it twinkles at us through the darkened night,

This forte and this pillar that belonged in a book,

That which the students read at their desks,

Dismayed by the prospect-

We’ve forgotten that we have been,

Those people from days reversing-

 

And I somehow don’t know how to breathe,

When I remember that we were the ones,

Who created this nation,

That we in fact have become a new rule,

Of newness, freedom, and symbolic light,

I somehow have lost the key-

That initially foraged our west,

And scouted our fresh ideas,

That created our astronauts  . . .

 

And, when I touch the cheek of this renewed child,

I wonder . . .

How it is that she sees what I forgot,

Our independence and liberty that we seek,

Is now reinvented,

Through her keen vision,

And I know that she can imagine,

If she tries to see the best,

Who we once were,

Whom I forgot,

And I’ll brush my finger,

Along her cheek,

And remember . . .

 

That I was once the very life, of this stale text she now reads,

And offer my advice without hypocrisy,

Soothing her with teachings that will revolve,

For a limitless amount of time beneath,

The vast sun,

Of this celebratory life,

That we have borne.

 

Author's Note

Can anyone explain to me how you can upload video clips, by chance?

Reviews

[dw817]

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That which we receive every day we take for granted. That which was granted to us and is now taken away, we suddenly start to miss. Thus is human nature, dear FoxEmerald ...

As for who created this nation ? A great many of them have passed on, but their words continue, and that is Life, Liberty, and the ever-loving pursuit of happiness, and perhaps it is to the last one for which I am the most patriotic in. :)

[Anna]

This is beautiful, I truly treasure this piece of writing! I'm sorry, I don't know how to upload video clips either!

[Foxemerald]

Thank you very much! I appreciate your kind words- I suppose I'll need to research that aspect some more. Love hearing from you!