Reposting from Summer 2019 — mixup with WordPress.
From childhood on, the dream was clear
to come to America and begin to share,
the mystery and glamor of a world apart
where a man was judged by the state of his heart
and not by title or class.
I would gaze toward that distant land,
on my map as far as the width of my hand,
and dream of deserts and hot, burning sun,
with a weathered old cowboy using fists, rope and gun,
to keep evil and malice at bay.
At last I crossed that vast, open sea,
to become part of those who seek to be free,
it was all that I thought – and a great deal more,
but it was freedom to choose that made my hear soar,
and I knew I could conquer all.
There’s a kindness, and honesty, a decency here,
where one can live boldly with nothing to fear.
A country with heart, which gives all it can
to bring justice world-wide to the suffering of man,
regardless of whom it offends.
I (Richard) wrote the following poem probably sometime in the early 1990’s not long after becoming a citizen and submitted it to the National Library of Poetry, 11419 Cronridge Drive, Owings Mills, MD 21117. I don’t think I received a response.