Guillermo Veloso

Bronze Star - 2,802 Points (September 25 1962 / New York City)

The American Hand - Poem by Guillermo Veloso

Well-worn rough
This American hand
Creased with soil from cotton fields and asphalt
Calloused with trains, skyscrapers and baseball
This hand is smooth from
Molding a nation
Set fire to freedom while cracking the whip
Breaking black backs and raising hope with words
It is fierce it is still
It has torn mountains in Panama
It has seen sunrise in Manila
It is Berliner loved and scorned
It is buried in strange and faraway places; cross and star
This American hand is still young
Two century teen
Rambunctious, impetuous, looking to get its way
Awkward in many ways
This hand is still warm and ready for the weak, weary, unwashed
Eager to grasp at a future
Still unwritten and full of nervous energy
It is reaching for stars
It is swimming with quarks
It is putting pen to fresh paper and writing new stories
And lies upturned, open and waiting

Comments about The American Hand by Guillermo Veloso

  • Susan Lacovara (3/3/2014 2:45:00 PM)

    This American hand applauds you! ! ! You capture such depth in your writing. Bravo. (Report) Reply

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  • Gajanan Mishra (1/22/2013 6:48:00 AM)

    Reaching with stars, swimming with quarks. good. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, January 22, 2013

Poem Edited: Saturday, January 26, 2013

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