AMERICA & FREEDOM America, the abundant, the place I was born Ill 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. Theres 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. Theres 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 Structures of 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 America’s dreams come true. A country of heroes who line up to protect The past, the present and the few. 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. Theyre so easy to lose But so hard to forget Such a burden for a parent to bear. 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! Toms 765 Poems Are Free To Share! By Gods Poet Tom Zart Most Published Poet On The Web!
Posted on: Fri, 16 Jan 2015 01:53:23 +0000
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