by Peter Menkin
We the people dream
you live sometime in rest
visiting the rose garden
at the White House, Mr. President,
part of a Presidential
spirit that lives with almighty
and ancient strengths brought
to new world refreshment.
A hope that is America's
desire for reason. A hope for Civilized
republic and visions
of history. More than one
man of power living common
desires for a better world
tended by providence's hand.
The great spirit of nationhood
comes upon the country
this again, again.
Audio reading by the poet of the poem is here:
White House Rose Garden. Sorry for the technical problem.
The poem is the second of the recordings.
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