A poem I wrote when I was 17, on July 4th, 2002 on the way to go camping with my family up North. I was a little more naive then than I am now, but patriotism is still a virtue. Enjoy :) Sunrise Of The Free T his morning I woke to the beautiful songs you hear at break of day H ow the rooster crows and the small bird shows E ach living thing wakes in this way. U nder the pastel-tinted sky, I sat and watched as the sun N eared its zenith bright in a play of delight I ridescent, its reign had begun. T he quiet, serene and blissful morn glistened and seemed to sing; E choing praise to the One Who can raise D reary darkness and crown the sun king. S top for a moment and ponder a while: can there be another place T hat this scene could give pleasure in so great a measure A morn so oerflowing with grace? T he United States is the perfect home, and Im sure you will all agree E mpyrean glow reflects the peace here below, S o give thanks for the Land of The Free!
Posted on: Sat, 05 Jul 2014 01:25:29 +0000
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