i am an old house fierce, proud, steady, and strong i lean into the wind i may crack and whistle i may splinter and moan yet i will not waiver i am the "people's" home
This poem was inspired by recent events in our nation's capital and this sketch by CF William Mielatz , which can be found in the Smithsonian American Art Museum.
Thank you for this! Yes fierce indeed, and still free.
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Yes! Freedom reigns 🇺🇸🇺🇸🇺🇸
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For sure! 🙂
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Thank you, Sue! Positive and uplifting….much needed.
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Thanks for reading, Jean❤️ It’s our democracy if we can keep it 🇺🇸
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Beautiful.
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Thank you 😊
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This is so well written – the aural imagery of the whistling wind is soul stirring!
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Thank you so much, Isha. I’m glad you enjoyed it 😊
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It fills my heart with hope and joy, in a time when the Nation needs all people to remember what we could loose if we don’t come together.
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Glad to fill your heart with hope and joy❤️
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Glad to see you back, Sue…
The events in America affect the world, we just stand and watch from the other side and never loose hope that it will become a better world!
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Thanks, Ally. I’m hopeful too 🇺🇸
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Beautiful picture and poem
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Thanks so much 😊
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You’re very welcome
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Excellent poem, Sue.
Oh, to have such hope in these times when the people turn against truth and one another. Battered and worn, but not broken.
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Thank you, Bill. I am hopeful that we can make it through Biden’s inauguration without any more violence 🇺🇸😊
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Amazing poem and beautiful picture!!
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