A friend of our fellow May saw the nostalgic “The Old Paths“ and sent us this poem as a companion piece.
I honestly don’t understand expats. If all who dislike what this country has become leave for greener pastures, who will be left to man the ramparts, fight the good fight, and reverse the decay? No matter what happens to America, this is and will always be my country. To echo the words of Thomas Jefferson, in his letter to Elbridge Gerry, 1797:
“I have been happy … in believing that … whatever follies we may be led into…, we shall never give up our Union, the last anchor of our hope, and that alone which is to prevent this heavenly country from becoming an arena of gladiators.”
OUT THERE, SOMEWHERE…
“Out there, somewhere,
there are cruise ships, sunny beaches, theme parks,
that I have promised myself
I will never leave these glorious mountains,
will never waste my precious time, to visit.
It is here,
deep among these wondrous peaks and canyons,
pristine forests, verdant meadows,
sapphire lakes, and white tumbling rivers,
and out here,
on the wide, wind swept rolling hills
of the endless grass lands,
it is here
that this life began so many ages ago.
It is here,
that this life will come to its ending
one unknown day that lies far ahead.
And it is here,
where what I am made of,
what I will leave behind,
will become one with the land,
and dwell here forever,
as long as the forests grow, the rivers run,
and the mountains stand,
their snow capped peaks
brushing the very doorsteps of heaven.”
David de London