E Pluribus Unum 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 other 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 a mask. Showing up every day, no matter how scared, weary and beaten down. Custodians, cooks, bus drivers, aides, principals, students Working together to learn. School. Many states. One nation. Joined together, creating something stronger than the individual parts. Country. Out of Many. One. E Pluribus Unum.
Under A Hen's Wing 