Doldrums of life, desperate for time away.
Some call it vacation, others holiday.
Complete exhaustion of body and mind.
Vacation is here, what shall we find?
Rest and reflect, time to recover.
Grand and beautiful, about to discover.
Look, the forest, not just a tree.
Clearly, standing in the land of the free.
Majestic purple mountains, in awe do see.
Lush, verdant valley's reaching forever, out to thee.
Flat plains nestled against soft rolling hills.
Azure canopy, abundant with rain, falling as God wills.
America's people, most native here.
Others arrive devoid of old fear.
Colors as differing as there are creeds.
Combination, exactly, waht this great nation needs.
Various customs and cultures, a true delight.
Differing is what makes this nation a wonderous might.
A melting pot, in amazement to see.
Filled with the bold, land of the free.
My country, U.S.A., many nations now rebuke.
Belief, the world could be better, if she received a nuke.
To thee, my country, God's grace shall be.
Thank you, Lord, for the forest, and not just a tree.
Yvonne Marie Crain
June 29, 2005