Columbus Day

I've never really thought much about Columbus Day, but I happened upon this poem:

Christopher Columbus

Christopher Columbus, where would I be

If you had never crossed the sea,

If you had never thought the earth a ball,

If you had never cared to sail at all?

Suppose the kind Queen Isabel

Had loved her jewels far too well

To sell them for a sailor true

Like you,

Christopher Columbus;

Suppose your small ships made of wood,

Were not so trusty, strong, and good,

We should not keep your day each year,

And I should not be standing here;

Perhaps I'd live far, far away

And never know Columbus Day.

My house and every building tall--

The school would not be here at all;

Along the street where people go

Only strong, strong trees would grow;

And everywhere on lake or hill

The land would be quite dark and still,

With only wigwams on the ground

And Indian children walking round,

And not a stars and stripes in sight

At evening or in morning light!

O dear, I wonder where I'd be

If you had never crossed the sea,

Christopher Columbus;

I like it better far this way;

I like to live at home and play;

And so I'll keep Columbus Day!

I'm glad you sailed, I'm glad you knew

The earth is round; I'm glad the fair queen trusted you,

I'm glad you were so brave and wise and true!

Christopher Columbus.

-Annette Wynne

Isn't it amazing how God works through so many people, events, and circumstances to accomplish His grand plan?