My country is not a snow-capped mountain
In the Colorado Rockies
Or a seacoast town in Maine
Or the tropical islands of Hawai’i.
Fine places to be sure,
With many fine folks,
But they are not my country.
My country is a little strip of land in Arkansas,
Near where the wagon wheel fell off –
The beginning of the Walton family homeplace there in Strong,
Where our roots have burrowed deeply down,
. . .
The rest is at https://www.reckonin.com/walt-garlington/my-country-poetry.
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Holy Ælfred the Great, King of England, South Patron, pray for us sinners at the Souð, unworthy though we are!
Anathema to the Union!
