I wrote this a few weeks after George Floyd died. Today marks two years since his death.
When I was child, we used to sing This Land is Your Land by Woody Guthrie.
This land is your land, this land is my land.
From California to the New York Island
From the Redwood Forest to the Gulf Stream Waters
This land as made for you and me.
The song caught my attention again about six months ago. I began noticing the imagery: “As I was walking that ribbon of highway.” my mind traveled back to my childhood of riding down two lane highways to visit grandparents. I remember seeing those “ribbons” cutting through the rolling farmland. (Of course this took place in a smoke-filled car, AM Radio, parental bickering, extreme boredom, and an occasional bout of car sickness.)
As I further reflected on this song, I began to notice Guthrie’s alliteration:
I roamed and I rambled and I’ve followed my footsteps
To the sparkling sands of her…
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