Omaha

It is always windy
An inevitable force
Of this hallowed place
Perhaps it explains
Why men give up their democracy
To this undying rhythm
In a land
Of destined significance
Where the predictions of history
Rend and react
Revealing the predetermined
Pattern of nations
Until out of the sea
Free men came
Walking against the wind
As they had done
On their own beaches
And against their own wind
They made their own history
Claimed their own destiny
Left their own patterns of responsibility
With the rhythm of their determinism
"It is always windy," they said.