I Am An American Still, I Suppose
Rain comes and Darkness with it
I came here a few days ago
As a stranger
And already I am at home.
Miles and miles of Memories
Roads I have traveled
And returned to.
Nothing I was and am and ever will be
Is foreign to me.
I am an American still,
I suppose.
poem by Shalom Freedman

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