My Attempt at R.W. Emerson (unfinished)
For I am a son of the West
Whose fertile fathers fought for freedom
And gave to this land only their best
To suffer never again for a Kingdom
O, a pioneer’s son am I
Whose mothers slept under a wide azure sky
Who washed and sewed and built mud-brick houses
And swaddled their young in their blood-stained blouses
Yes, Fightin’ Jim and Jumping Jack were my kin
The men we know now were not heroes then
But simple servants that knew greater good
Who gave all for country, then more if they could
