I fear most........
the changing Landscape of America........
My grandchildren might grow up, never seeing a farm, or fields of grain
That they will not know the value and influence of big brothers, little sisters, and a host of cousins
They might never learn, how to bake bread from scratch, that pudding and cake does not come from a box
They might not know:
Christmas is about a Saviour and not gifts wrapped in pretty paper
Sugar is made from a back breaking crop, and men were once exploitied in the harvesting
America is America, Canada is Canada, Mexico is Mexico....and that there were once boundaries
That Thanksgiving is for cherishing what you have and sharing it with others........and not about your finery
The flood plains,the great plains, the mountain regions will give way to apartments, shopping malls, retail centers and jails.
That my later offspring, might have to pledge allegiance to a gang, rather than to the flag, in preschool.
I fear that the plight and the loss of the Native Indian, will become a fairytale.
I so fear, that my great grandchildren will live in a world, where it means NOTHING to be an American.............