This is America

The Great American Poem By: Ellis Eckles My wearing tennis shoes Pass over the “gum spotted� sidewalk The edge of the concrete broken by cars This is America The rhythmic rain beats down outside The once hard dusty ground, now mushy mud Humidity reaches the sky This is America Sitting in traffic Dawdling my thumbs and humming Knowing each person around me has somewhere to go This is America Waking up with the sun in my eye The smell of a fresh new day This is beautiful because THIS is America!