And by a prudent flight and cunning save A life which valour could not, from the grave. A better buckler I can soon regain, But who can get another life again? Archilochus

Thursday, December 19, 2013

New American Dreams

It is the American Dream
What we all strive for and imagine
Indouble-wide trailers to double-wide mansions
In sprouting lakes of fake fish.
Nothing captures its essence
Unbound by time or dust or rot
The things we cherish still are lovingly patted
And brought through the centuries.

It is more than a dream now
It's a reality that the millions have made
Our heart and soul builds the heaven on earth.
A refuge for the sick,
And a shelter for the needy,
It is everything we desire.

In the cherry trucks and laughing children
To indolent teenagers with smoke circling
We see our dream and the actuality
It may not be perfect, but it is our heaven
And so disillusioned we conjure forth our hope.

In the picket fences we see our childhood
In the sky we see our adulthood
And in the middle we see our life.
Suspended, but not contained,
It is the dream that wakes within us all
- Amy H., Wichita, KS


Jen said...

Great video!

Thersites said...

I liked it, too.. heard this on the local radio station yesterday, and had to check it out.

FreeThinke said...

THe choreography is wonderful -- especially the young man's sol break-dancing episode in the gym.

I like the printed words too.

I'm sorry, but I do have a very hard time with this type of music. It doesn't flow,, instead it pounds, and it's harmonically simplistic.

Guess I'm just incorrigible in this area, eh?

Good message overall, however.

'Tis Folly not to be Jolly. -)

Thersites said...

High praise, indeed! ;)