E Pluribus Unum

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Out of Many. One.

Many states.

One nation,

joined together.

Creating something stronger

than the individual parts.

Country.

Individuals.

Many hands joined together

to form one long line.

A chain of joined hands

to express unity of belief

that people from all countries,

races, religions are welcome here.

Community.

One bird.

A golden Buff Orpington,

scratches happily for bugs,

secure in the midst of

five roving hens.

Feathers glowing in the sunshine,

protecting each other,

better as one group

than one vulnerable, single member.

Flock.

One cousin.

Joined on the deck steps

by five others,

then mothers, fathers,

uncles, aunts,

grandmas, grandpas

at a holiday celebration.

Family.

One lone drum beat.

A silver flute trills,

woodwind melody,

brass harmony,

batons twirl and flags whirl,

a marching tempo.

Band.

One maple tree.

Rooted deep into the earth,

holding strong against storms.

Roots entwined with many others,

providing shelter, food, oxygen,

sharing nutrients and protection.

Forest.

One drop of water,

becomes a mist, then a drizzle.

Now a downpour, now a stream.

Eroding its banks,

making its own path,

thundering down the valley.

Its voice louder and louder.

Flood.

One teacher.

wearing red,

showing up every day

no matter how weary and

beaten down.

Fifty-five counties,

superintendents linking arms

in solidarity.

Fifty-five counties united.

State.

Many states.

One nation,

joined together.

Creating something stronger

than the individual parts.

Country.

Out of Many. One.

E Pluribus Unum.

Susan C. Long is a retired elementary school teacher who lives in the mountains of West Virginia.  She now spends her days spoiling a beloved flock of chickens, cats and one dog, growing an organic garden of vegetables and flowers, reading and hanging out with her best buddy.