Send me the rare the neglected the humble,
the pure immovable stock.
Send the old man with no teeth,
the hidden monument immortal rock.
Send the wretched tolerant barn with no walls but soul to spare,
the crux the core the ethos that shines with no airs.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
You see, the wind shaved his face, leaving creases and sunken eyes.
His balance is fragile, falling with each step, letting out battling sighs.
But do not mistake frailties for thin, diminished strife.
The old man is strong enough to show the honesty of life.
He\u2019s shed the tailored bravado for course calluses from his cane.
He has nothing to hide, and only lessons to pass on from crippling pain.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
That barn too deserves a pause.
The flecks of paint continue to fall and disappear,
because there\u2019s no profit in repair, no awards for unkept veneer.
But those shaky walls can teach more than any gilded palace.
They outline a floor where dinner fed, and the child played with no malice.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
So, remember what matters when you fight for the cause, stirring the dust.
Pass the glitz, exhale\u2026and cherish the rust.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
And toss away that Duke of something. This here is true.
If you squint and focus, it\u2019s the marrow there for you.
It\u2019s a farmhand, eschewed headlines, a grunt that can\u2019t be bought.
It\u2019s liege, enduring, and from us it asks for naut.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
So, as you drive across corn-ridden fields,
As you travel life with a price tag that\u2019s higher yields,
I know it\u2019s strange that I ask. I know it\u2019s odd.
But do this elderly friend a kindness and send real pictures of the home sod.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Dr. Marler is a defense policy analyst and research engineer. His material has focused on software, mathematics, military training, and emerging technology. It has been published in a variety of books, technical journals, and policy magazines. However, as of late, he has turned to cultural implications. Tech is easy. People are complex…or are they? Even as an engineer, the real gems of value, our so-called competitive value, seem to stem from who we are, not just what we make, and I try to explore this value.<\/em> <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Send me the rare the neglected the humble,the pure immovable stock.Send the old man with no teeth,the hidden monument immortal rock.Send the wretched tolerant barn with no walls but soul to spare,the crux the core the ethos that shines with no airs. You see, the wind shaved his face, leaving creases and sunken eyes.His balance … Read More<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"nf_dc_page":"","om_disable_all_campaigns":false,"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_feature_clip_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":true,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","default_image_id":0,"font":"","enabled":false},"version":2},"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-3965","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/pa867U-11X","jetpack_featured_media_url":"","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/underwoodpress.com\/ruescribe\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3965","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/underwoodpress.com\/ruescribe\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/underwoodpress.com\/ruescribe\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/underwoodpress.com\/ruescribe\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/underwoodpress.com\/ruescribe\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=3965"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/underwoodpress.com\/ruescribe\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3965\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":3966,"href":"https:\/\/underwoodpress.com\/ruescribe\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3965\/revisions\/3966"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/underwoodpress.com\/ruescribe\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=3965"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/underwoodpress.com\/ruescribe\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=3965"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/underwoodpress.com\/ruescribe\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=3965"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
More than five years ago, his young nephew drove across the United States, from coast to coast. He encouraged his nephew to look beyond the tourist sites and capture the soil of the land. This poem reflects that advice and explores the essence of a Sate.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n