God-given this our countryside
Far reaching in islands with tendency to hide.
India, Tibet, the Himalayans far away a start,
But highly proud now to be a tiny small part.
With Alaska of this great land of ours
And people now numbering near the bright shining stars
Islands the world over, American I am
Proud to be part of Uncle Sam!
Mighty in humility greatness absorbed,
Compassion not seeming so great can afford!
Compassion but not seeming so, big is absorbed
Those greedy of gain do not understand,
“What I make is what I am,”
The God that I serve
They in their greed get what they deserve!
With their riches on one hand they cannot spend
Buried in wealth, cannot dig out, just no end!
Feed on their vain treasures while soul starves
Then on that gravestone this should be carved;
“Here lies a misfit, buried in his gold!
Too greedy to let it go! His soul sold!”
Where gold takes over greed takes command!
Suffocating in treasures it is the demand.
I am from real poor folk, missionary family!
For support, just everything, dependency!
India, highest mountains, name it, anywhere!
Himalayan, Darjeeling below those mountains way beyond compare.
Woodstock, later on school, still high, way up there!
White folk from all over in attendance there!
Many changes of course since eighty-five years ago!
Cute little steam engine pulling the flow of
Cars ever up! That forest mountainside
Replaces by highways later sure we miss those train rides!
Darjeeling, Far East to Woodstock, far best West!
Both in mountain areas for just white folk contest.
Remember it is India then under British rule,
Much later got independence from British, no fool!
Given to, raised in, India until age of ten,
Missionary kid, father died then
Small pox the disease not heard of anymore
Since waiting for us on that heavenly shore.
the Sam 06.17.14