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AMERICA & FREEDOM
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AMERICA & FREEDOM |
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Tom Zart Senior Member
since 2006-05-18
Posts 682 |
AMERICA America, the beautiful, the place I was born, I'll cherish till the day I die. Where the bones of past heroes Lie buried in the ground, Who loved her the same as I. Her mountains are so tall They reach for the sky; With prairies where the green grasses grow. There's billions of trees where wild birds nest, With creatures that flourish below. That blue gold called water With which we are blessed, As raindrops or crystallized snow; Changes to rivers and fresh water lakes While the winds of our seasons blow. There's the haunt of a whistle From a lonely freight train Racing on ribbons of steel, With the harvest of farms and from the factories Balanced in a box on a wheel. Some cities have buildings A hundred stories tall, Concrete, glass and steel. A statue in a harbor, a present from France, Describes how, inside, we feel. That flag on the moon With red and white stripes Proves our dreams come true! America has the freedom of choice To strive for those things we must do! FREEDOM In their new uniforms, The young march off Not knowing who shall return. With a proud devotion, They brandish their flag Leaving loved ones to wonder and yearn. May we all be buried By all of our children Is an ancient tribal prayer. They're so easy to lose But so hard to forget; Such a burden for a parent to bear. Oh, the taste of victory Shall soon be forgotten; But, never that which was lost. For those rows of white headstones In peaceful green fields, Make it easy to tally the cost. America has survived all attempts to destroy Knowing the cruelty of war, And, we who remain Must help keep her free For those who can march no more! |
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Magnus
since 2001-10-10
Posts 14135South Carolina, USA |
Yes, we must...at all cost, for those who no longer stand!! Thank You! |
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latearrival Member Ascendant
since 2003-03-21
Posts 5499Florida |
Tom, you break my heart. But I thank you. martyjo |
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Devious Intellectual Member
since 2006-05-08
Posts 112 |
There's the haunt of a whistle From a lonely freight train Racing on ribbons of steel, With the harvest of farms and from the factories Balanced in a box on a wheel. liked that stanza...2nd poem i could relate more since i have a loved one in iraq..nice read ...keep posting |
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Tom Zart Senior Member
since 2006-05-18
Posts 682 |
Thanks to all for your kind words of support. Tom Zart |
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