“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-tost to me, I lift my lamp beside the golden door!” (The New Colossus - Statue of Libery National Monument / National Park Service) Pixabay
Bill Tinsley Reflections Next Monday we will celebrate the Fourth of July — a uniquely American experience. When our founding fathers signed the Declaration of…
