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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=549317" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Crossing America: July 4,2005</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Crossing America, <br>I see small nations within its cities, <br>neighborhoods of people<br>who dream of happiness in myriad languages, and<br>who love America no less<br>because they cannot yet use the magic tongue.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A tenth generation American, <br>with roots that can be traced to<br>Boston gentry<br>and pioneers, <br>I wait in line<br>for a hamburger and milkshake with people who come from<br>the other side of the world, <br>still learning how it is done in the land of dreams.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Crossing America, <br>I hear children pledge fealty to our flag<br>and hope that what sometimes is<br>an exercise in thoughtless ceremony<br>will produce adults with unshakeable commitment<br>to what that flag represents.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Crossing America, <br>I feel the never ceasing breeze that sweeps<br>the prairies of our good fortune, <br>hear the soft whistle of wind through the tall<br>grasses of the Dakotas, <br>see the hot brown exhaust of Nebraska-baked feed lots<br>blowing east to mingle with the smoke from<br>the stacks of Gary and Elizabeth.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Crossing America, <br>I mistake the mountains on the horizon<br>for storm clouds, and am struck dumb<br>by the massive Rocky Mountain wall of sandstone and shale, <br>once an ocean bottom, <br>that rises up like a monolithic Wall of China<br>from the flat, legend crusted plains<br>of Oklahoma, Colorado, Wyoming, Montana.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Crossing America, <br>I am light headed, not only from the thin air above the tree line<br>in the Saw Tooth, the Wind River, the Tetons, <br>but the beauty of the twisted mountain pines, <br>the shriveled Douglas fir that have been raised by<br>never ending winds on the heights of the Continental Divide.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Crossing America, <br>I hide from the desert heat of Utah and Nevada<br>in my air-conditioned car and<br>welcome the stops at mid-desert oases<br>of one-armed bandits and neon lights.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Crossing America, <br>I crest the peaks of the Cascades and the Sierra Nevada, <br>see reflections of the sun glinting off waves in the ocean<br>that bounds the western end of the land of freedom.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Crossing America, <br>I feel its pulse in cities and small hamlets, <br>am comforted by the warmth of its people, <br>am lifted up by the common love of liberty<br>and the universal dream of peace.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Crossing America<br>I am in a car without a yellow ribbon<br>that says, 'Support our troops.'<br>How could I not? They are my sons, <br>my daughters.<br>They are white, black, yellow, red.<br>They are my children.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">As I travel across America, <br>l thank the god<br>who created such beauty, <br>who nurtured a nation born in defiance of tyranny<br>and dedicated to justice and equality.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And I marvel at my good fortune<br>to live in this time, in this land, with these people</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Ken+Nye">Ken Nye</a><div class=q>
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I see small nations within its cities, 
neighborhoods of people
who dream of happiness in myriad languages, and
who love America no less
because they cannot yet use the magic tongue.

A tenth generation American, 
with roots tha..."></div>
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