From the wrap-around porch we step into the foyer,
paying no heed to
elephant tusks,
Samurai swords,
and heads of beasts on display
Instead
we turn our attention
to his book-lined study, where it’s said he read a volume a day
This book-lined study from which he led the country,
calling statesmen and learned men to his side
for debate and counsel
where Greek and Latin rolled off the tongue; German and French were second nature, and the English language was revered.
Notice how book-lined shelves fill nearly every room here, hallmarks of a curious mind.
Evenings, he recited poetry at the family table,
his children conversing with the thinkers and dreamers of the day –
Edison and Ford inspired invention and possibility,
hope and wonder.
Now, contrast that with the current resident of the highest office in the land,
who cannot even master his own tongue, who reads nothing of substance or depth,
who gorges on cable tv, who hangs with liars and thieves,
thick with cowardice and greed.
And you ask me why I grieve?
SO Beautifully Correct!