The Histories of America

America’s Best Christian, Mrs. Betty Bowers, recites the first cantos of her poem “The Histories of America“ to her 5,703-student K-12 Sunday School class. Some of her and Jesus’ favorite students have joyously provided illustrations for the poem. America’s not as she was today. She wasn’t even that way yesterday. Our story’s like Jesus’ nativity. Conflicting with infallibility. This Land was found to give the Church a mate. Or just a quickie divorce from the State. But who cares how posterity sees us? Soon, we’ll be sipping cocktails with Jesus! *The Ice Age* There’s no one to hunt on the frontier, When the sole immigrant is a glacier. *The First Visitors* No Eden escapes human intrusion. Someone’s bound to traipse down an Aleutian. This arrival might now be an occasion Had they been European, not Asian. Claiming domain in all continental, Oh, what a shame this sprawl was a rental