in standing on the sandy strand
where the sea is ever kissing the land
my gaze is ever out over
the vast expanse of water
Rising up behind me
a thousand miles, times three
mountains, valleys, prairie
where three hundred million
are trying to Be
in city hall or factory
farms banks industry
pushing earth with dozer’s motor
paving shaping mining ore
on the leading edge of all this i stand
back to it, sun rising, open hand
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