The Bounty Felt Across the LandA Poem by Richard WilliamsA Thanksgiving tribute.I am the bounty felt across the land: Nebraska winter wheat, Macintosh and Granny Smith, Idaho white, hay balers upon sweeping green acreage, the hands of migrant workers, butlers and maids, cotton fields, beds of leaf lettuce, Silicon Valley, snow-capped Sierra Madre, Missouri, Mississippi, Minnesota ore, Great Lakes transit, longshoreman, Grand Tetons, the Snake, Hoover Dam, Tall Maine pine, industry, import and export, harbors and interstate winding like veins through city and farm, teachers who mold minds, surveyors, florists, pharmacists, mathematicians, theorists, painters and planners and soy, alfalfa, oregano, vine-red tomatoes in back yards and cranberries by the truckload, radial tires, nylon, computers, I-beams and artesian wells, arenas and neighborhoods, malls, mini-marts, the artisans, the poets, barbers and beauticians, the veteran whose duty was war, the seamstress, railroads, the bravery of fireman, the vision of invention, the geologist who reads the earth in ancient sea sediment, the pilot entrusted with human life pitted against distance and four simple forces, Florida oranges, dependence on the local grocer, the mason, musicians, bankers and clerks, the soft yet stable shoulders of secretaries, entertainers and athletes, the handyman's expertise, a dentist or a motivational speech, mothers and fathers with the patience of shirt pins, librarians, calligraphers, millwrights and folk who move the country with trailer and rig, the chemist whose polymers allow for tumblers and Tupperware, naturalists and the gardens that sing melodies on hillsides, bakers, boat-makers, managers, representatives, the jeweler and janitor, the carpenter with hammer and nail interlocking lumber, executives and architects, skylines set majestically by man, the veterinarian's tact with both basset and Manx, the surgeon, the compassionate nurse, visionaries, historians, explorers, the maker of a key and the keeper of a menagerie, economists, reporters, accountants, engineers who take naked theory and dress it in a tux, coaches, counselors, caregivers with shrouds of compassion, plumbers and professors, mechanics, welders, writers, waitresses, warehouseman, mayors and chauffeurs... I am the bounty that is tolerance when prejudice sets fires, when differences create fear, and fear causes hate. The bounty, as limitless as space-time, as beautiful as russet sunsets and the soaring of a snow goose, sweetly scented like lilacs, as soft as a newborn kitten, a bounty that is tenacious and resilient, a bounty that is light in the midnight of ignorance and superstition... the bounty felt across the land is an open door; it is kindness, hope, reason, vision, understanding, and love. © 2016 Richard Williams |
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