Mr. President
As the dew passes over the horizon so do the whispers of the dandelion on the open prairie. The landscape will never be as it was found. You have left footprints that history cannot untell, spoken truths that caused jubilation among the ancestors.
You rang bells in the hearts of small men in huts and among Kings who sit upon thrones. You have awakened the unimaginable in ghettos of Soweto and the upper west side.
You have stood tall when confronted, majestic when insulted. You have shown the power of silence where fists were more expedient.
You have projected what tall looks like, feels like, acts like.
You have led a nation of people and a tribe of forgotten.
There will be others like you because you sprinkled an inspired pathway of believing it is possible.
Mr. President, I will look for your mighty footsteps in the valley along my way and on the mountain top on the other side. Barack Hussein Obama - My Forever President.
As the dew passes over the horizon so do the whispers of the dandelion on the open prairie. The landscape will never be as it was found. You have left footprints that history cannot untell, spoken truths that caused jubilation among the ancestors.
You rang bells in the hearts of small men in huts and among Kings who sit upon thrones. You have awakened the unimaginable in ghettos of Soweto and the upper west side.
You have stood tall when confronted, majestic when insulted. You have shown the power of silence where fists were more expedient.
You have projected what tall looks like, feels like, acts like.
You have led a nation of people and a tribe of forgotten.
There will be others like you because you sprinkled an inspired pathway of believing it is possible.
Mr. President, I will look for your mighty footsteps in the valley along my way and on the mountain top on the other side. Barack Hussein Obama - My Forever President.
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