American Dream by Amanda BullingtonThis train still rides through the place
where American Dreams were created,
past rivers, mountains, and falling leaves.
At this speed, people blend in with the natural
reds, yellows, oranges, and greens
silenced from the cacophony of a casual day.
My eyes fall gently upon the landscape,
and with a slight smile I allow
the hum and buzz of progress
to lull me asleep
Over the ground of my ancestors. 10/13/2009 Posted on 11/17/2009 Copyright © 2024 Amanda Bullington
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Posted by George Hoerner on 11/17/09 at 01:01 PM A wonderful write Amanda. It is nice to know someone seems still reflect on the "American Dream". I've come to feel that it is just that, a dream that seems to have lost its substance in personal demands of small groups who would like to become large groups and dominate us all. |
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