From simple Americans
I was brought forth
Metering gaiety
Worshiping work
Patient and steady
Skillful and sound
Creatively fixing
What fate pronounced
I learned from work horse
I learned from the lamb
I learned from the hawk
I rejected and ran
None of it promised
A welcoming dawn
The only rainbows
Appeared after storms
Now that the harvest
Is almost done
I am reflective
And safe with the Sun.
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