Love of country.....

I love my country... sea to sea, border to border, prairie to mountain to prairie. Over the years, as we've ridden our motorcycle across its vast vistas under an unlimited sky, as we've slept in tents in a thousand different fields under a billion stars, the spirit of those who came before us wafted unto our souls and left us changed forever. Native Americans, colonists, settlers, warriors, farmers, poets, cowboys, lumbermen, railroaders, sailors, miners, gamblers, outlaws, thieves, prostitutes, school teachers, preachers, Mormons, Mennonites, Amish, Baptists, Methodists, Catholics.....dreamers...all dreamers. We've rumbled alongside their wagon ruts, their abandoned homesteads, their ancient fields, their shining courthouses, their churches with soaring steeples..... and somehow we heard all their songs above the roar of our engine. Their music is now forever in us, and I love my country... sea to sea, border to border, prairie to mountain to prairie.