I teach America Literature for a reason... because poems like this kill me.
We boarded the ferry to Liberty Island first thing in the morning. Rain drizzled and there was a woman named Rebekah on the boat that took our picture the day before atop the Empire State... we laughed standing in line beside one another saying, "See ya tomorrow at the MET." Also, you know you're going to be okay on a ferry ride when a hundred Boy Scouts are along for the ride. The New York Skyline never looked so ready to face the future.
The girls were so excited... believe me, New York City will bring that out in a person.
I dare you to read this poem and not feel a lump in your throat.
I don't care what is sold to me or how much of America you have to discard to get to the real heart of this great country... but the true intent of this America trip...this journey with my daughters... is for poems like this and days like today.