Happy Birthday America Poem by Tor Magnor Solvang

Happy Birthday, America, so bright,
Two hundred fifty years, a guiding light.
But oh, this span, for you is just a breath,
A blink of time, defying ancient death.

Long, long before, when shadows softly played,
Your vast and rugged lands were home-made.
From lands afar, a journey wild and grand,
Across the ice, they reached this rugged land.

Fifteen thousand years, or even more,
Those ancient footsteps walked upon your shore.
The first folk lived beneath your open sky,
As ages pass, and golden seasons fly.

Then ships appeared from out the ocean's sweep,
With dreams to sow, and secrets hidden deep.
The Spanish came, the daring English too,
New towns arose beneath the shifting blue.

From old St. Augustine to Plymouth's strand,
New seeds of life were planted in the sand.
Then came the day, a glorious nation's birth,
A sudden country rising from the earth.

In seveteen seventy-six, you made a hopeful plea,
For freedom's song, for all of us to be.
Through trial and pain, the marching millions rose,
To break the chains and conquer freedom's foes.
From western trails to streets where justice cried,
The march for equal rights became your pride.

So here you stand, a country fierce and proud,
Among the nations, singing strong and loud.
Two hundred fifty years - a roaring start,
A youthful spirit beating in your heart.

But keep in mind the tales that must be told,
Of ancient whispers, beautiful and bold.