'AMERICA!' Voice Project
I am looking for folks from each of the 50 states to read a poem inspired by America The Beautiful. The voices together will act as the voice over for a short film. For every participant from a different state $20 will go to charity .
You can participate by emailing an audio recording of yourself stating your name and a reading of all or part of the poem to . If email isn’t your thing you can also participate by calling and leaving a voice message with your name and a reading. For instructions on how to record and share audio using an iPhone click here, or an Android device here.
My goal is to finish recording by May 17th! If you know anyone from the missing states please spread the word!
Alabama, Idaho, Mississippi, Oklahoma, South Dakota
Alaska, Arizona, Arkansas, California, Colorado, Connecticut, Delaware, Florida, Georgia, Hawaii, Illinois, Indiana, Iowa, Kansas, Kentucky, Louisiana, Maine, Maryland, Massachusetts, Michigan, Minnesota, Missouri, Montana, Nebraska, Nevada, New Hampshire, New Jersey, New Mexico, New York, North Carolina, North Dakota, Ohio, Oregon, Pennsylvania, Rhode Island, South Carolina, Tennessee, Texas, Utah, Vermont, Virginia, Washington, West Virginia, Wisconsin, Wyoming
By emailing your audio or leaving a voice message you consent to having your voice included in the piece and agree that you are 18 years of age or older. Phone numbers will only be used if I need to contact you! Voice message recordings are limited to 3 minutes – multiple messages are okay if needed.
What kind of a people are we?
Spreading ourselves across a land,
From sea to shining sea.
What do we stand for?
We don’t have a state religion,
Or a state language.
What has bound us all?
Perhaps it is common belief in freedom.
The common language of compassion.
And the common scourge of selfishness.
But can we really be described,
By the ideals we seek?
Or at times have left behind?
Maybe what binds us is in the soil.
From the blood of generations past,
And reborn on the fruited plain.
No zealots or righteous claims.
What grace was shed here?
It fell on the land we embrace.
It raised majestic mountains.
It set rivers flowing.
For the early people who crossed this land
It still does,
Across the wilderness of thought.
How should we think now about that founding dream,
That saw beyond the years?
For while we may be flawed,
Our liberty is enshrined in law.
Are we a nation that builds walls?
No. We build roads.
And when a river must be crossed,
We build bridges.