Our people are like chips in a kaleidoscope —
Aggregates of the tempest tossed
Of different creed, tongue, expertise, class, height, girth, and hue.
All kin to Uncle Sam and draped in red, white and blue.
Uprooted from foreign soils, we wandered until we met an outstretched hand
And a welcoming embrace to this great land.
Shake up the tumbler and watch the particles go round and round.
With boundless freedom have we all been crowned.
Revolving and rotating in arrangements that captivate.
The bits combine and form patterns that fascinate,
Reflecting motifs geometric,
Harmonious and symmetric.
No matter the design one beholds
An American beauty poignantly unfolds.
— Norman M. Chansky