He/She who fought for my freedom, I thank you.
Every time I see a soldier, I say thank you...
My thoughts on this Fourth
As the Sun rose upon the vast beachheads of...
You are afraid, not sure,
What did your mama tell you to preserve...
As the sun begins to set
The children become antsy...
On this independence Day.
We look back at the years that has past...
The stripe is clearly drawn at her foot
Her forehead drips with sweat...
Silence.
no, there it is again...
It is midnight
Half past eleven to be precise...
Americans be proud,
Of our grand country...
It was on a Monday late in the afternoon
Darkness filled the day and horror became the view...
This is a challenge from
Ingrid aka Healing Spirit/Blonde Angel...
OBAMA POEM
A Nations Wealth Is Not It's Wheat, Oil Or Gold...