American Poem

Mountains, prairies, eagles, rivers, boulders, the frontier.
Feel the sun rising like a cresent jewel, smooth as glass.
The rivers are traveling in silent gestures over pleasant stones.
Prairies, saying loudly, dance to the things of ages past and present.
In the summer.
In-dian summer.
Do you respect these foreign words?
Something you have never seen.
American Dream.