the american dream westward ho

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the american dream westward ho

WESTWARD HO!

the grass is always greener

"The Oregon trail was one symbol of the American pioneer...it is one of the ultimate characteriistics of an American...the idea of a new life and a land of opportunity and only being held back by your desires...these pioneers were leaving their lives, from a good life to have a better life..." Westward, America The Story of Us. The History Channel. 5/2/2010

The words 'the pursuit of happiness and the American dream' are ingrained in the consciousness of the American people and have come to symbolize the way to independence and self-sufficiency. The American Dream rings of the old pioneer spirit of moving west to find one's own place in the world, to make a good life better, get a great education and to have more oppurtunities through the heart of all the people who have immigrated west, whether the West is in the United States, or west to the United States

Ellis island1902

Oregon TrailMay 1846

Pioneers! O Pioneers! COME my tan-faced children, Follow well in order, get your weapons ready, Have you your pistols? have you your sharp-edged axes? Pioneers! O pioneers! For we cannot tarry here, We must march my darlings, we must bear the brunt of danger, We the youthful sinewy races, all the rest on us depend, Pioneers! O pioneers! O you youths, Western youths, So impatient, full of action, full of manly pride and friendship, Plain I see you Western youths, see you tramping with the foremost, Pioneers! O pioneers! ...All the past we leave behind, We debouch upon a newer mightier world, varied world, Fresh and strong the world we seize, world of labor and the march, Pioneers! O pioneers! We detachments steady throwing, Down the edges, through the passes, up the mountains steep, Conquering, holding, daring, venturing as we go the unknown ways, Pioneers! O pioneers! We primeval forests felling, We the rivers stemming, vexing we and piercing deep the mines within, We the surface broad surveying, we the virgin soil upheaving, Pioneers! O pioneers! Colorado men are we, From the peaks gigantic, from the great sierras and the high plateaus, From the mine and from the gully, from the hunting trail we come, Pioneers! O pioneers! -Walt Whitman

Ernest Hemingway

...O, let my land be a land where LibertyIs crowned with no false patriotic wreath,But opportunity is real, and life is free,Equality is in the air we breathe...-Langston Hughes

“We catched fish and talked, and we took a swim now and then to keep off sleepiness. It was kind of solemn, drifting down the big, still river, laying on our backs looking up at the stars, and we didn't ever feel like talking loud, and it warn't often that we laughed—only a little kind of a low chuckle. We had mighty good weather as a general thing, and nothing ever happened to us at all—that night, nor the next, nor the next.” TAHF

"That’s my Middle West . . . the street lamps and sleigh bells in the frosty dark. . . . I see now that this has been a story of the West, after all—Tom and Gatsby, Daisy and Jordan and I, were all Westerners, and perhaps we possessed some deficiency in common which made us subtly unadaptable to Eastern life" TGG

"The truth was that Jay Gatsby, of West Egg, Long Island, sprang from his Platonic conception of himself. He was a son of God—a phrase which, if it means anything, means just that—and he must be about His Father’s business, the service of a vast, vulgar, and meretricious beauty. So he invented just the sort of Jay Gatsby that a seventeen year old boy would be likely to invent, and to this conception he was faithful to the end." TGG

FACING west, from California's shores,Inquiring, tireless, seeking what is yet unfound,I, a child, very old, over waves, towards the house of maternity, the land of migrations, look afar,Look off the shores of my Western Sea—the circle almost circled;For, starting westward from Hindustan, from the vales of Kashmere,From Asia—from the north—from the God, the sage, and the hero,From the south—from the flowery peninsulas, and the spice islands;Long having wander'd since—round the earth having wander'd,Now I face home again—very pleas'd and joyous;(But where is what I started for, so long ago? And why is it yet unfound?)


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