On rainbows, racism and our house by the side of the road
In honor of the anniversary of Martin Luther King Jr.’s “I Have a Dream” speech, we’re re-posting this
Let me live in my house by the side of the road,
Where the race of men go by-
They are good, they are bad, they are weak, they are strong,
Wise, foolish – so am I.
Then why should I sit in the scorner’s seat,
Or hurl the cynic’s ban?
Let me live in my house by the side of the road
And be a friend to man.
Sam Wolter Foss
We live in a house by the side of the road and, on sweet summer nights, we sit on the porch and watch the race of men go by.
From our perch we’ve seen chubby babies take their first step, eager little boys chase hundreds of baseballs, happy families juggling ice cream cones while pulling wagons full of sticky kids, grey haired couples strolling hand-in-hand, and rowdy teenagers with lead feet driving old cars with pounding bass…
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