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FELLOW AMERICANS |
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Tom Zart Senior Member
since 2006-05-18
Posts 682 |
FELLOW AMERICANS Will we battle terrorism as it should be fought Or run away and let evil doers chase us to our door? Will we protect our freedom and system of life As our fathers and grandfathers sacrificed before? Will we secure our borders against illegal entry Or let our economy and security be destroyed? Will we finally stop runaway wasteful spending By leaders who are self-serving and void? Will we continue to pledge our help to the less fortunate Who suffer from war, hunger and disease? Will we preserve our heritage and our future From those who wish to bring liberty to its knees? Never be afraid to be proud of America And march with the thankful, honorable and just. Never surrender our freedom of choice Standing firm for what we believe and trust . By Tom Zart TOM ZART’S 300 POEMS You can hear all of Tom Zart’s 300 poems of love, war, faith and more 24-7 on web radio at= http://internetvoicesradio.com/Arch-TomZart.htm Tom Zart ARCHIVES: FREE TO DOWNLOAD [This message has been edited by Tom Zart (08-15-2007 01:03 AM).] |
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Lighthousebob Member Elite
since 2000-06-14
Posts 4725California |
Tom, What a most patriotic and inspiring poem. I salute you, my friend. I salute our troops. I salute our border patrol. I salute our government. I salute our heritage. I salute our America. God bless and, again, thank you for sharing. -Bob |
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Tom Zart Senior Member
since 2006-05-18
Posts 682 |
Thanks Bob for your love of God and America. Tom Zart Soldier For The Lord 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! TOM ZART’S 300 POEMS You can hear all of Tom Zart’s 300 poems of love, war, faith and more 24-7 on web radio at= http://internetvoicesradio.com/Arch-TomZart.htm Tom Zart ARCHIVES: FREE TO DOWNLOAD |
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Lighthousebob Member Elite
since 2000-06-14
Posts 4725California |
Tom, As was shown through the imagery of this last poem, it truly is America the Beautiful!!! God bless, -Bob |
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Tom Zart Senior Member
since 2006-05-18
Posts 682 |
Thank you Bob for who you are. Tom Zart GENERAL WASHINGTON Once in command, he boxed in the British At Boston where he captured Dorchester Heights, Overlooking the Brits at his mercy As his men took aim with their cannon sites. The British commander had but one choice, To sail to New York to renew the fight. Where the English had much greater forces, Who soon chased Washington's men in full flight. They continued on to Pennsylvania After crossing the Hudson in retreat, With the British forces in hot pursuit It looked as though George was doomed to defeat. When winter seemed to have stopped the fighting That's when Washington crossed the Delaware. On that Christmas night he captured Trenton Where Hessians were surprised and unaware. He whipped the British at Princeton, Where in victory his men began to sing. Washington then wintered at Morristown, Training his troops for the combat of spring. Washington fought bravely at Brandywine And again at a place called Germantown, But the British were the victorious ones As the dead of both sides covered the ground. Americans were blessed early that spring, When the French entered the war on their side. Though most suffered frostbite at Valley Forge, With the help of the French they marched in stride. The battles raged on, in the North and South As the King’s soldiers laid waste to the land. Washington himself was in great despair, Pleading for aid for his weakened command. His prayers were answered by 5000 troops, And a French fleet who took Chesapeake Bay. They bottled up Cornwallis at Yorktown, Who surrendered to victory drums at play. Yorktown was really the end of the war Though not many quite realized that fact yet. But the British soon grew tired of the fight And the terms for its end were signed and set. Washington yearned to retire at home, But his country chose him first president. Cheering crowds waved flags of love and support, For they believed that "he," by God, was sent. By Tom Zart |
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sandgrain Member Elite
since 1999-09-21
Posts 3662Sycamore, IL, USA |
Each of your poems rings so true of our country, our God and our problems. We are indeed, so very blessed! As I age, the biggest hurt is knowing grandchildren will never be safe to go to fishing, hiking or berry picking alone. Very few have moms that are homemakers without outside jobs. These little freedoms I took for granted are forever gone. Thank you and God bless, Rae |
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Tom Zart Senior Member
since 2006-05-18
Posts 682 |
Dear Rae, Thank you for you love of country and life. Tom Zart Soldier For TheLord SHOULDER TO SHOULDER Americans harmonize in sentiment While facing the challenges of life. Shoulder to shoulder we defined our land Through hardship, sacrifice and strife. We are eager to oppose our enemies Wherever they raise their head. Our principles must be practiced To avoid being conquered or dead. We fail to see the merits of a dictator Only freedom to work and pray as we please. Most seek guidance from a higher power As we share our concerns on our knees. We have always held liberty close to our hearts Unwilling to surrender to demise. Whenever its existence was threatened We have chosen to follow the wise. We can’t foresee what the future may bring Though we give it our best not to fail. Every 4th of July we illuminate the sky Proving freedom is alive and well. By Tom Zart “TOM ZART’S 300 POEMS” You can hear all of Tom Zart’s 300 poems of love, war, faith and more 24-7 on web radio at= http://internetvoicesradio.com/Arch-TomZart.htm Tom Zart ARCHIVES: FREE TO DOWNLOAD Global Special Operations 101 http://www.globalspecialoperations.com/tomzart2.html Poems of Love, War, Faith And More By Tom Zart “Soldier For The Lord” Most Published Poet On The Web Author of LOVE WAR AND MORE |
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