Thanks to
copperbadge for giving me the idea. I've loved this poem for ages. Whimsical and poignant at the same time, now perhaps even more than at the time it was written. I first heard it recited in unison by my daughter's fourth-or-fifth grade Waldorf class.
( American Names )Oh, and go
here to see all the lovely poems
copperbadge has posted in honour of the
40th Anniversary of the March on Washington, and Dr. King's "I Have a Dream" speech.
Edit: I removed one verse of the poem because a racially derogatory word is used (Yep, the N word). I thought of leaving it in, and would have, because of the historical context of the poem, as well as a loathing of editing someone else's work, but I didn't want to ever ever offend anyone. I'm not averse to putting the verse back, should I find that nobody minds. I did want to share the beauty of the poem, however.