Travel ur own country first.... ( Archived) (29)

Have you ever spent the late afternoon watching the purple shadows deepen in Arizona desert? Or seen a herd of elk plow their way through waist deep snow on a cold Colorado dome? Did you ever see the sun go down in Hawaii, or seen the stormy waves break over the rockbound coast of Maine? Have you ever seen an eagle fly up out of the mists of Alaska, or a big October moon hanging full over the still Dakata badlands?

Have you ever tasted the gumbo in New Orleans, Bar-B-Que in Carolina, or the chicken wings in Buffalo?
Have you ever had Brunswick stew in Macon, or cornbread in Birmingham, or brisket slow-cooked over hill country mesquite wood?

Did you ever drink the water from a gurgling branch in Utah, or stand on the mountain above El Paso Del Norte and see the lights twinkling clear over in Mexico? Did you ever jingle horses in the pre-dawn stillness of a perfect Texas day and watch their shod hooves kicking up sparks on the volcanic rock?

Or tended a trot line on a foggy Carolina morning, or heard the distant love song of a lovesick whippoorwill on a pristine Tenneesee late night? Have you seen the faces on Mount Rushmore, or stood at the Vietnam monument? Have you ever crossed the mighty Mississippi, or been to the daddy of them all in Cheyenne, Wyoming? Or seen the mighty Vols run out on the football field on a chilly autumn afternoon?

Did you ever see the Chicago skyline from Lakeshore Drive at night, or the New England follage in the fall, or the summer beauty of the Shenandoah valley, or Indiana covered with new snow?

Did you ever seen a herd of wild horses running free across the empty spaces in Nevada, or caught a walleye pike out of a cold Wisconsin stream, or marveled at the tall ships docked in the harbor at Baltimore?

Did you ever see the early morning dew sparkling on the blue grass, or the wind stir the wheat fields on a hot Kansas afternoon, or driven the lonely stretches of old Route 66? Have you ever heard the church bells peal their call to worship on an early Sunday in some small town in the deep south? Or pass through the redwood forest just as the sun was going down?

Have you ever been to Boise, or Baxley, or Beaufort, or Billings? Have you ever passed through Sanford, or Suffolk, or San Angelo? Have you ever seen the falls at Niagra, the ice palace in Saint Paul, or the Gateway to the west?

This then is America. The land God blesses with everything, and no Eiffel Tower, no Taj Mahal, no Alps, no Andes, no native hut nor Royal Palace can rival her awesome beauty, her diverse poplulation, her monolithic majesty. America the Free. America the mighty. America the beautiful.

I pledge alligence to the flag of the United States of America
And to the republic for which it stands
One Nation under God, indivisible,
with liberty and justice for all.