This land is your land
This land is my land
From California
To the New York islands
From the Gulf Stream waters
To the redwood forest
This land was made for you and me
Not sure if the words are in order
But I remember the tune
And as I hum it in my head
Lying in this airbed
I remember how many times I’ve crossed this land
By air and by highway
This beautiful continent
So varied and vast
From the west coast of Florida
Where the beaches are pure and white
To the Pacific Northwest where the trees are taller and older than the structures
From Portland to Portland
And back again
This land is filled with beauty
Natural monuments of exploration
A testament to growth
The nature in North America is beauty not to be overlooked, but to be appreciated
There is something to be said for giving thanks for your surroundings
For all the beauty right there where you are
I have been flying across this beautiful land since I was 8 years old
When kids could fly alone and it didn’t cost extra and they gave you wings and special treatment
I still feel the same excitement I did as a kid to look down at the landscape
It’s such a thrill that I couldn’t imagine not being able to fly anywhere and everywhere at any time
I’ll never get bored seeing those Rocky Mountains or the Grand Tetons or the Grand Canyon with my own eyes
Or of the smell of pine and sagebrush
For now, I couldn’t be happier to be sleeping in Northern California tonight
And for the next 6 weeks
I’m grateful for the beauty of this country I’ve called home my whole life
I’m looking forward to making a new home
Across the ocean
And to exploring new possibilities