I, America (John Fredrick Kensett, Mount Washington)
my hills roll here and there
wavy fields of golden seed
the scent of my breeze is clean
whistling Dixie...
or Yankee Doodle Dandy
my crown covered with snow
glistening and deeply cold
I prepare next year's streams
or perhaps, this years flood
my forest is wild and free
man and nature in sync
a place to forage the flora
or pit strength against the fauna
my wide open spaces are inviting
firm and stable ground
where you can raise a barn
or raise your sheep
my eagle watches over me
a strong and defiant countenance
willing to take any risk
in order to keep you free
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