Statue of Liberty, NJ – Liberty State Park
I guess it is about time I included this one in my search of America. It has become endemic of what it means to be American. Of course the famous words are:
“Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!”
These words are from a poem by Emma Lazarus who was a quintessential New Yorker.
