When I was staying with Baba and Jiji for two years after the earthquake, I slept in my husband’s boyhood room. On two large bookshelves are all the books from his boyhood. Fascinating.
They are all in Japanese, of course, but I did find one that was called Amerika no Kokoro (アメリカの心) “America’s Heart” with poems inside.
Here’s a keeper. It’s from the book. Enjoy it on this Independence Day!
If you sometimes get discouraged,
consider this fellow:
He dropped out of grade school.
Ran a country store.
Took 15 years to pay off his bills.
Took a wife.
Ran for House.
Ran for Senate.
Delivered speech that became a classic.
Attacked daily by the press and despised by half the country.
Despite all this,
imagine how many people all over the world
have been inspired
by this awkward, rumpled, brooding man who signed his name simply,
(I checked the internet for a better source for this poem. I can’t find a name, only once I found “The Wall Street Journal”. So we will leave the poet as “Anonymous.”)
Happy Independence Day! I love my country!