“You have driven me from the East to this place, and I have been here two thousand years or more....My friends, if you took me away from this land it would be very hard for me. I wish to die in this land. I wish to be an old man here....I have not wished to give even a part of it to the Great Father. Though he would give me a million dollars or more I would not give to him this land....When people want to slaughter cattle they drive them along until they get them to a corral, and then they slaughter them. So it was with us....My children have been exterminated; my brother has been killed.” PeopleIfsMenWantGivingYearsChildrenHas BeensTwoHardWould BeDiesFatherWishMillionsLandBrotherThousandMy FriendsGive MeDollarsEastDrivenMy ChildrenMy BrotherNativeOld ManNative AmericanThousand YearsMillion DollarsSlaughterCattleGreat FatherWish To Die Author:Standing Bear
“O give me new figures! I can't go on dancing The same that were taught me ten seasons ago; The schoolmaster over the land is advancing, Then why is the master of dancing so slow? It is such a bore to be always caught tripping In dull uniformity year after year; Invent something new, and you'll set me a skipping: I want a new figure to dance with my Dear!” WantGivingYearsI CanLandFiguresTaughtMastersGoes OnTenSeasonsGive MeDancingDearCaughtDullSomething NewBoresAdvancingUniformityTripping Author:Thomas Haynes Bayly
“What I got out of baseball is what I have today, and I've got to look at that. I still see some of my friends that never made it past Triple-A. I made that last big step. I was lucky. I'm in love with my land. I got it all from playing ball. It gives me prestige. Someone says, 'What you got?' I say, 'One hundred and twenty-one acres of nice land.'” GivingLooksMadeStillsBigsTodayLastsPastStepsNiceLandLuckyHundredMy FriendsBaseballBallsGive MeTwentiesMade ItTwenty OnePrestigeAcres Author:Mark Fidrych
“Oh, give me land, lots of land under starry skies above. Don't fence me in. Let me ride through the wide open country that I love Don't fence me in Let me be by myself in the evenin' breeze And listen to the murmur of the cottonwood trees Send me off forever but I ask you please Don't fence me in” GivingCountryAsksForeverTreeSkyLandPleaseLet MeGive MeWideFenceBreezeStarry Sky Author:Cole Porter
“This is a dream as old as America itself: give me a piece of land to call my own, a little town where everyone knows my name.” KnowsGivingLittlesDreamAmericaNamesMy OwnPiecesLandGive MeTownsPopcornLittle Towns Book:The Popcorn Report: Faith Popcorn on the Future of Your Company, Your World, Your Life Source: The Popcorn Report: Faith Popcorn on the Future of Your Company, Your World, Your Life