Sunday, January 29, 2017

Standing Tall, Silently Weeping. . .

Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses, yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore,
Send these, the homeless, tempest tost to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door.
Author: Emma Lazarus

5 comments:

Debbie-Dabble Blog and A Debbie-Dabble Christmas said...

I so agree and have been upset all day... I am the grand daughter of immigrants from Poland.....

Tina Sams said...

Thank you <3

ruthie staley said...

Rosemary, you and I can trace our families back to the very start of this country, and proud of it, we can not let this happen , I protest against this inhumanity,

Carolynn Sears said...

So upset here in NY.

Marilyn Miller said...

I just quoted this on FB yesterday. I pray our government takes note and changes their ways soon. A very sad time!