~~~The New Colossus~~~
…Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame
…With conquering limbs astride from land to land;
…Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand
…A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame
…Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name
…Mother of Exiles. From her beacon-hand
…Glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command
…The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame,
…"Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!" cries she
…With silent lips. "Give me your tired, your poor,
…Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
…The wretched refuse of your teeming shore,
…Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed to me,
…I lift my lamp beside the golden door!"
by Emma Lazarus, New York City, 1883
Loosing site of who we are as a people, and who we were, is a tragic mistake.
This may not mean what it did, exactly in 1883, but there is a reason why
when we read those final familiar lines we get a lump in our throats.
It is who we were, who we wanted to be, and who we are. We should not
forget. Just like Rome in it's day, and we all know what happened there,
we are the world's greatest hope so far. We should try not to forget WHY!
Please take the time to THINK...it really is worth it!
Steve
It’s February and that means the start of pruning for the 2010 apple season. We will also be hosting a pruning clinic through MOFGA. You can find out the dates from MOFGA and I will post them as soon as I know.