Tuesday, March 30, 2010

No One Particular At All

(Poem composed while riding atop trains through the wheatfields of India)
Batman, Spiderman, and young Johnnie Termain
Abel Lincoln, Sitting Bull who’ll fight no more again.
Paul Bunyan, Steve McQueen, and lovestruck Clark Kent
Pecos Bill, Calamity Jane, and Alexander Supertramp.
Fredrick Douglas, Geronimo, and Johnny Appleseed,
All of these were American Dreams, American Dreams for me.
Harriet Tubman, classic John Wayne, the Eleanor and Teddy Roosevelts
Daniel Boone and Davy Crocket skinning and trading pelts.
Johnny Cash, Johnny Qwest, and Betsy Ross too,
Han Solo, Malcom X, and Captain Kangaroo.
Marlon Brando, Willie Mays, and Anthony Susan, B.
All of these were American Dreams, American Dreams for me.
John Henry, Jimmy Dean, Casey at the Bat,
Evel Keneval, Wild Bill, and the missing cockpit where Amelia sat
Charles Lindburg, Nathan Hale, Benjamin Franklin’s kite
Arther Fonzerelli, Billy the Kid, Tom Sawyer painting fences white
Muhammad Ali, Cassius Clay, George Washington’s cherry tree
All of these where American Dreams, American Dreams for me.
Sacajawea following her nose, and Jack Kerouac stealing cars
Captain Kirk setting phasers to stun, and Orson Wells attackers from Mars
Sojourner Truth and Slugging Babe Ruth, and Huckleberry Finn
Little Orphan Annie, and Zoey and Franny and poet Walt Whitman
Bonnie and Clyde, Elivis and hips, and the fairy tales of Walt Disney
All of these where American Dreams, American Dreams for me.
I wanted to be everyone of these and no one particular at all
Swing from trees, hoard jelly beans, leave scribbled poems in the cracks of prayer walls.
Swim wishing wells, weep at ringing church bells, follow music down abandoned chamber halls
And I became that way because as they say, I’m from the only place still allows tales to dream tall
That a boy from a small farm could live a life of such charm, yet still be no one in particular at all.

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