AMERICAN AYR. 

We crossed the Brookyn
 Bridge,
Heading north,
Toward Bunker,
Giving Thanks for Pilgrims
An New England Colour.

When seeing Picket Fences
And monuments
We saluted
On Hallowed Ground ,

Then Natives ,
Negro's,
And Caucasians
 All,

Stretched their Wings
West,
Over Dust Bowl 'n' Prier,
Feeding this infant nation,
Leaving lives behind,
Of colour,
There
With Liberty's bell,
By Pony and Wire,
 Pony and Wire,

Telling ancient Canyons
And Rivers that ran,
Of your Stories drawn,
Sending Cartoonists fingering hands,
Shooting Stars into Space,
 " Comic like,"

And t'was then we rested,
Through Winter Snows,
For crossing over,
Coast to Coast,
And reaching,
Our Californian Gold,
In the year of 49,
 49,

By Andrew Fry.
First Published in Poetic Perspective 2006.