THEY DID NOT CALL THEM AMERICANS

THEY DID NOT CALL THEM AMERICANS 

They were pilgrims
Pioneers
The first immigrants
They came
Transplanted
Puritans
People to settle
A new land.

That first winter
Harsh
Unexpected
Eager but inexperienced
They were hungry.

They did not call them Americans
But were thankful for the
Corn and game they’d brought
As together they ate
As we dine tonight
And give thanks for the bounty.

As did those colonials
On another day, with natives
They did not call Americans.

HAPPY THANKGIVING!

© 2005 by Robert S. Steinberg, Esquire
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ACCUMULATION

Tis the season to be merry, shop ‘till you drop; but stop, stop, stop.

ACCUMULATION

(To tune of Imagination by Jimmy Van Heusen & Johnny Burke (1940))

Accumulation is silly.
If Ben has much more than Willie.
He’ll think he’s better until he
is planted six feet underground.

Accumulation if mindless.
A mass consumption fed blindness.
If you find more or find less.
You don’t keep what you’ve found.

People rushing, running, shopping, buying,
on Thanksgiving day.
No one thinking, is accumulating OK?

Accumulation is dangerous.
A devilish drug that will change us.
To ourselves become strangers.
High’s the cost.
While we’re accumulating, our values are lost.

Lyric © 2015 by Robert S. Steinberg, Esquire
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