Father,
I have come to America.
We are huddled here, masses
of peoples from many places.
Polish, German, Irish, Italian.
Swedish, Nordic, Austrian, Czech...
Slowly, we are processed to be free.
Men, women and children; both strong and infirm.
Some are detained; but I am lucky.
The lady of liberty says,
"Welcome to America, Jozef".
I am free.
Your son,
Jozef
Walt
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VERY nice response to the prompt, Walt. Can you imagine how they all felt back then? Many knew they were leaving family members permanently. I cannnot fathom.
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