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 Milestones of Homesteading

A fledgling country, citizens naïve,
Nation of consensus lately conceived,
Newly found freedoms, from the scorn,
Unyoked from torment, of Britain’s harsh thorn,

From sovereign decree to shortly be weaned,
Colonial congress soon to convene,
 Delegates elected, pen improved directives,
Democracy, self-rule, the objectives,

No sooner was the republic crafted,  
Westward expansion requests are drafted,
Newly created outposts just forming,
Demand for land, unclaimed west is transforming,

East coast, congested, crowds too much to bear,
Town government has a hand in all affairs,
Humanity dashes, cities they leave,
Freed from the masses, sovereignty achieved,

At society’s brink, migration soon drives,
Wagons of people improving their lives
White cotton billows drift over the flats,
Cargo is carried, families in straw hats,

Reach weed-covered place, bleak isolation
Is this empty land part of our nation?
Replace prairie weeds, with seeds rooting hope,
Flexible pioneers persevere, cope.

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