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Now that I have your attention.  

My being is set on edge these days, stubbed against current culture, the wrongness of America and Americans scaring my spirit and marring my visions of spring and wonder.  It has stopped my writing or really my finishing; lots of half-written blogs anguishing over the sorrowfulness of my beloved country.  My daughter teaches 2nd grade and told me this morning she is teaching them about how the National Anthem and Francis Scott Key and Fort McHenry.  I thought about how many citizens today would readily condemn the memory, defile the flag and dismantle our country having never done anything to build it.  The winter wheat is coming in.  My lover and I rode through the country Wednesday marveling at mile after square mile, thousands of acres of emerald green bounty that grew unaware and uncaring of the great effort to tear its country to bits.  Our country is more than the people that stomp around on top of it screaming at each other, hating, mean, and growing.  It is also beautiful land, 3.797 square miles, 2.43 billion acres of beauty, America the beautiful, what we have forgotten in our zest to be mean, sarcastic, and bitter.  Reminds me of a song we sang in the ’60s, “I’d like to teach the world to sing in perfect harmony…”.  Maybe just teach America, “Oh beautiful for spacious skies…”;  if they would stop screaming and being mean long enough to look...and sing along.