From sea to shining sea,
great forests still untouched,
rivers running sweet and free
Grand wilds left in peace.

Strong borders, mountains,
streams and folk, too often
brushed aside rise now in
peace for what now is,
striding forth into
the future, striding forth in time.

Honoring voices that speak
from the winds telling the tales
of what was, a song to a
changing verse.
A song for the poets heart.

~ B. A. Lee ~
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