I Am Your Flag!
I was born June 14, 1777.
I am more than just cloth shaped into a design.
I am the refuge of the world's oppressed people.
I am the silent sentinel of Freedom.
I am the emblem of the greatest sovereign nation on earth.
I am the inspiration for which American Patriots gave their lives and fortunes.
I have led your sons into battle from Valley Forge to the bloody ridges of Korea.
I walk in silence with each of your Honored Dead to their final resting place beneath the silent white crosses, row upon row.
I have flown through peace and war, strife and prosperity, and amidst it, I have been respected.

                       I Am Your Flag!
My Red stripes symbolize the blood spilled in defense of this Glorious Nation.
My White stripes signify the burning tears shed by Americans who lost their sons.
My Blue Field is indicative of God's heaven, under which I fly.
My Stars, clustered together, unify 50 states as one, for God and Country.
"Old Glory" is my nickname, and proudly I wave on high.
Honor me, respect me, defend me with your lives and your fortunes.
Never let my enemies tear me down from my lofty position, lest I never return.
Keep alight the fires of patriotism, strive earnestly for the spirit of democracy.
Worship Eternal God, and keep His Commandments, and I shall remain the bulwark of peace and freedom for all mankind.

                        I Am Your Flag!

We Love America!

     Just A Common Soldier

He was getting old and paunchy
And his hair was falling fast
And he sat around the Legion
Telling stories of the past.
Of a war that he had fought in
And the deeds that he had done.
In his exploits with his buddies
They were heroes every one.

Tho' sometimes to his neighbors,
His tales became a joke,
All his Legion buddies listened
For they knew whereof he spoke.
But we'll hear his tales no longer,
For old Bill has passed away,
And the world's a little poorer
For a soldier died today.

He'll not be mourned by many,
Just his children and his wife.
For he lived an ordinary
Quiet and uneventful life.
Held a job and raised a family,
Quietly going his own way;
And the world won't note his passing,
Though a soldier died today.

When politicians leave this earth
Their bodies lie in state,
While thousands note their passing
And proclaim they were great,
Papers tell their life stories from
The time they were young,
But the passing of a soldier
Goes unnoticed and unsung.

Is the greatest contribution
To the welfare of our land
A guy who breaks his promises
And cons his fellow man?
Or the ordinary fellow who
In times of war and strife
Goes off to serve his country
And offers up his life?

A politician's stipend and the
Style in which he lives
Are sometimes disproportionate
To the service that he gives
While the ordinary soldier
Who offers his all
Is paid off with a medal
And perhaps a pension small.

It's so easy to forget them,
For it was so long ago
That the "Old Bills" of our country
Went to battle, but we know
It was not the politicians
With the compromise and ploys
Who won for us the freedom
That our country now enjoys.

Should you find yourself in danger
With your enemies at hand
Would you want a politician
With his ever shifting stand?
Or would you prefer a soldier
Who has sworn to defend
His home, his kin and country
And would fight until the end?

He was just a common soldier
And his ranks are growing thin
And his presence should remind us
We may need his like again
For when countries are in conflict
Then we find the soldier's part
Is to clean up troubles
That politicians start.

If we cannot do him honor
While he's here to hear the praise
Then at least let's give him homage
At the ending of his days,
Perhaps just a simple headline
In a paper that would say:
"Our country is in Mourning
For a soldier died today!"

   A Soldier's Prayer

Tall and straight he bore his weapon
With his boots in steady beat,
Stepping proudly with his unit
Down the sunlit city street.
Brave lad chanting with the footsteps,
Neither looking left or right,
Following the Nation's banner
Straight into the endless fight.

To a land of strife and battle
Far across the wide blue sea
He has gone to help the people
Who are struggling to be free.
In the sultry heat of the swampland
In the insect-ridden mire
He has grown as tough as leather
And his heart is full of fire.

Now he sees his buddies falling
One by one they meet their doom;
While the rockets light the Heavens
Sadness shrouds his heart with gloom.
Like and old man bent and weary
In the muddy foxhole there
Knelt the lad in noise of battle
As he offered up a prayer.

"Heavenly Father, hear your child;
Why must people suffer so?
I'm weary of this battle...
Surely, Father, you must know.
In your gentle way bring comfort
To my buddies lying there,
Ease their pain with all your mercy.
This, dear Father, is my prayer."

Then he raised his eyes to Heaven
And a teardrop softly fell
As he mourned for all who suffer
In that burning battle hell.
As he rose to struggle onward
Silhouette against the sky,
One lone sniper raised his rifle
And 'twas heard a pleading cry.

Oh so young to die in battle
Far from loved ones all alone;
His still face was turned to Heaven
Waiting for his journey home.

 

I Pledge Allegiance to the flag of the United States of America and to the Republic for which it stands, one Nation under God, indivisible, with liberty and justice for all.

           Land Poetic

I've traveled the U.S. highways
A million miles and more
From the majestic Pacific mountains
To the tranquil Eastern Shore.

I've seen the lakes and rivers wide,
The mountain rills and streams,
The flowers wild by the countryside,
A beauty beyond my dreams.

I've seen the plains in the great Midwest,
The tumbleweeds and thistles,
The deserts bare with beauty rare
And heard the Eastbound's whistles.

I've heard the call of the meadowlark
And seen the brown trout running,
I've seen the coyote, heard his bark,
And watched the bathers sunning .

I've seen amigos in the shade
And quaint adobe huts
And all the refreshing verdant glades
And dried-up creekbed ruts.

I've seen the redwoods great and tall,
The beauteous rocks and carverns
And heard the wild dove's mating call
And the singing in the taverns.

I've seen the mountains
capped with snow,
The Black Hills of South Dakota,
And felt the sting of the winds that blow
In Maine and Minnesota.

I've watched the cowpokes round 'em up
On a widespread open ranches,
Drunk coffee from a campfire cup,
Smoked a peace pipe with Comanches.

I've seem canals and locks
And inland waterways,
Fishing piers and docks
And spacious coves and bays.

I've watched the motorboats at play,
Seen riverboats and barges,
The placid lakes and rattlesnakes
And grand canyons and gorges.

I've seen the many Army camps
Defending our great nation,
Skyscrapers tall tow'ring over all
And a movie on location.

Then on a Sunday morningtide
I've seen the church's steeple
And the wooden pews inside
Filled with thankful people.

In this great land we have it all;
There's nothing that we miss.
Let's thank the Lord that we've been born
To live in a land like this!
Amen!

 

   The Bill Of Rights

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