My America

       My America

I can’t get enough of this great land we
call America.
That awaits my ever longing  desire to
journey down her pathways .
Into her back roads were few people
has ever adventure .  
To be blessed with her hidden treasures
of old wagon trails that brought America
together, from east to west and north to
south where dreams came true.
God put this master plan together for the
land of the free and the brave.
He was thinking of me knowing a day
would come when this land would beckon   
after me to thumb my way throughout this
beautiful place I call home.
Riding  down roads I’ll  never see again in  
my old VW van painted up like Gods on
rainbow.
From the splendor of the mighty oaks that   
grow all across these lands, some leaning
out over streams and rivers which kids swing
off of ropes on hot summer days into the
cool inviting water.
The mighty oaks ends up on the west coast
looking like a seedling next to those great
redwood trees that reach all the way to  
Heaven , to tickle the bottom of Gods feet
as he sets in his Heavenly seat.
 O those Colorado Mountains so high that
 there peaks can’t  be seen ,as the white
clouds drape around her like a wedding
gown flowing down to nearly meet the
ground.
Then those Great Smoky Mountain in the
Carolina’s  where my  home is.
Has the sweet smell of southern pines as
they reach out there limbs to welcome me
home again.
 O my America soon summons me back
again down her pathways .
To meet good people and evil doers to.
In all  I have seen Gods peace and love
which dwells in me ,as I travel  this great
land of hopes and dreams of others futures
to be .   
In my America.
 .

By: Rodney  Ray  Hatchell
For: Jeremy Rhett Hatchell