Her majestic mountains once rose above the clouds;
They once challenged men to climb her rugged stairs to bow.
Her magnificent waterfalls once dropped deep into the valley;
They once inspired men to race down her rocky waves to rally.
Her awesome wildlife once soared above or scurried below;
They once entranced men to follow her and reap what they’ve sown.
These men have come and abused her rugged land.
They have crumbled her majestic mountains to form contraband.
These men have come and drained her waterways.
They have closed her powerful rivers to produce longer days.
These men have come and devastated her wilderness.
They have destroyed her beautiful creatures to make a their money nest.
Because of this, America is in what we abide.
Man has taken over, ruled and abused her countryside.
They have caused her air to pollute, her animals to scatter and her flowers to wilt.
And still, many of them ask, “Why is America what she is today? …Upon what is this country built?”
Only time can show what we have produced, nurtured or half-baked.
Only you and I can change this and make improvements from our mistakes.
There is still hope to redeem this beautiful land.
There is still opportunity to protect her sacred sands.
We must awaken the passion. We must arise from our slumber.
We can change it, but we must first acknowledge out blunder.
Recognition is the first step to healing.
Healing is a process; it is never an instant revealing.
It is possible. We still have hope to survive.
We must redeem our heritage if we are ever again to thrive.
Penned – MG – 2/19/90