Most people back East have never seen a fire west of the Mississippi with their own eyes. They come in all shapes and sizes, with all kinds of effects, startling-foreboding- awesome and strange that something so destructive can appear so beautiful and take life out of the ordinary for a moment, get us looking heaven-words again.
Heard a children’s chorus singing sweet patriotic songs written a hundred or two ago. You’ll never see a purple mountain without an effort
And who cares anyway? “Sea to shinning Sea,” No one’s singing the songs anymore. You have to go to France or Turkey, someplace they forgot to tell them, you don’t celebrate your differences anymore.