from sea to shining sea… ( an open poem to Capitol Hill from a little person )

 oh say can you see… 

a treasure box in me where my 

dancing girl twirls

by moonlight

…far…

from Capitol Hill

made from pencils and bills

…just little people…

like  

me

 ….hope

and pray

… for…

warm handshakes

like oceans of milk shakes 

from sea 

to shining sea…

One comment

  1. I like this rewrite… it’s hard to think about ‘make America great again’ when it’s being made awful.

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