Should I write of the songs of America bringing tightness to my chest.
Of hearing and meeting John Denver at a SF meeting they called EST.
Or "City of New Orleans" by Willy Nelson who valiantly fought the IRS.
To each artist who stirred my soul about our country being the best.

Should I write of business started that failed.
Of struggling alone then, I worked till I paled.
Of Longshoremen striking a West Coast City.
Forcing my Import Business to fail what a pity.

Should I write of the business with great success.
Of picking a business the money gods bless.
Of traveling and selling across this vast land.
Of having some work friends to lend me a hand.

Should I write of my long walks in John Muir's Red Wood Trees.
Or of seeing a sunset from a hotel balcony in the Keys.
Or describing a huge whirlpool in northern Maine.
Or of learning Calexico California culture with traces from Spain.

Should I compare us with foreign lands.
Of ugly guns and blood soaked sands.
Of cruelty and freedom taken.
Of dead bodies upon the desert baking.

Should I write of facing war and how I fought.
Of the terrible decisions then leaders wrought.
Of war man's bondage shackled with the draft.
Of loved friends dying for an admiral's craft.

Should I write of the differences of many races and creeds?
Of some bragging pure lineage and others their many breeds.
Of my heritage from Quakers or French Canadian line.
Of friends, oh so many many varieties, I know as so fine.