You mean so very much to everyone.
America, the land of the free.
When you were discovered in l492,
No one dreamed how great you'd be.
Our forefathers did a teffific job
Trying to keep this country so great.
It wasn't easy, wars were fought
Trying to demonstrate love, not greed and hate.
So many of our beloved men and women
Gave their lives so our country could be free,
And now so many of our men and women
Are again fighting for a victory.
Wars must end, love must prevail.
So let's all pray to our God up above,
To capture the hearts of everyone
And fill them ALL WITH LOVE.
Comments on this poem/writing:
|hushy (22.214.171.124) -- Wednesday, June 30 2004, 09:20 pm|
Good poem, most of troubles are down to that cowboy bush, as soon as he gets out thats when you can start building again.
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