American Phrase Friday

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“The time to guard against corruption and tyranny is before they shall have gotten hold of us. It is better to keep the wolf out of the fold than to trust to drawing his teeth and talons after he shall have entered.” -Thomas Jefferson

“There! His Majesty can now read my name without glasses. And he can double his reward on my head!” -John Hancock, said after signing his name (very largely) on the Declaration of Independence. Badass.

“Those who expect to reap the blessings of freedom must, like men, undergo the fatigue of carrying it.” -Thomas Paine

“Patriotism is supporting your country all the time, and your government when it deserves it.” -Mark Twain

American Phrase Friday

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This poem was written by my mother, Pam Bruns, in response to the separation of families at our border.

 

 

“Lo siento me hijo y hija.

 

Lo siento. Grief makes waves in torrents 

But your screams were wrapped in red tape and hidden in a canyon

Created by your own tears. 

 

Lo siento little one. I did not hear. I did not see. But now I do. 

Your deep canyon made an echo. Your tears changed the landscape. 

And shame settled as dust from the long road you walked. 

 

Lo siento niños. There is no place for shame to hide. 

And aching hearts must bear up under such destruction. 

Perhaps the wrong may yet be righted. 

 

Lo siento.”

 

Lo siento, little ones! I pray to God that you will see your families again, and that this madness will end soon. I am sorry, little ones. We are sorry.

American Phrase Friday

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Hey, guys! Today I’m going to do something a little different. This poem is called America For Me, and it was written by Henry Van Dyke.

 

‘Tis fine to see the Old World, and travel up and down
Among the famous palaces and cities of renown,
To admire the crumbly castles and the statues of the kings,—
But now I think I’ve had enough of antiquated things.

           So it’s home again, and home again, America for me!
My heart is turning home again, and there I long to be,
In the land of youth and freedom beyond the ocean bars,
Where the air is full of sunlight and the flag is full of stars!

Oh, London is a man’s town, there’s power in the air;
And Paris is a woman’s town, with flowers in her hair;
And it’s sweet to dream in Venice, and it’s great to study Rome;
But when it comes to living there is no place like home.

I like the German fir-woods, in green battalions drilled;
I like the gardens of Versailles with flashing fountains filled;
But, oh, to take your hand, my dear, and ramble for a day
In the friendly western woodland where Nature has her way!

I know that Europe’s wonderful, yet something seems to lack:
The Past is too much with her, and the people looking back.
But the glory of the Present is to make the Future free,—
We love our land for what she is and what she is to be.

           Oh, it’s home again, and home again, America for me!
I want a ship that’s westward bound to plough the rolling sea,
To the bléssed Land of Room Enough beyond the ocean bars,
Where the air is full of sunlight and the flag is full of stars