On this trip we found America, in the heartland, on the plains, in the mountains and in the homes of our loved ones. We also found each other, and fell in love all over again, but that’s a story for another post.
This one is for my country.
Oh, beautiful, for spacious skies!
For amber waves of grain,
For purple mountains’ majesty,
Above the fruited plain…
America, America, God shed his grace on thee.
And crown thy good with brotherhood, from sea to shining sea!
