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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=531131" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>America Poem = 2012</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">AMERICA</div><div style="margin:10px 0">America, the abundant, the place I was born<br>I'll cherish till the day I die.<br>Where the bones of past heroes lie buried in the ground<br>Who loved her the same as I.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Her mountains are so tall they reach for the sky<br>With prairies where the green grasses grow.<br>There's billions of trees where wild birds nest<br>With creatures that flourish below.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">That blue gold called water with which we are blessed<br>As raindrops or crystallized snow<br>Changes to rivers and fresh water lakes<br>While the winds of our seasons blow.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There's the haunt of a whistle from a lonely freight train<br>Racing on ribbons of steel<br>With the harvest of farms and from the factories<br>Balanced in a box on a wheel.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Some cities have buildings a hundred stories tall<br>Structures of concrete, glass and steel.<br>A statue in a harbor, a present from France<br>Describes how inside, we feel.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">That flag on the moon with red and white stripes<br>Proves America's dreams come true.<br>A country of heroes who line up to protect<br>The past, the present and the few.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">FREEDOM</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In their new uniforms<br>The young march off<br>Not knowing who shall return.<br>With a proud devotion<br>They brandish their flag<br>Leaving loved ones to wonder and yearn.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">May we all be buried<br>By all of our children<br>Is an ancient tribal prayer.<br>They're so easy to lose<br>But so hard to forget<br>Such a burden for a parent to bear.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The taste of victory<br>Shall soon be forgotten<br>But never that which was lost.<br>For those rows of white headstones<br>In peaceful green fields<br>Make it easy to tally the cost.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">America has survived<br>All attempts to destroy<br>Knowing the cruelty of war<br>And we who remain<br>Must help keep her free<br>For those who can march no more! </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Tom's 465 Poems Are Free To Share! <br>By God's Poet<br>Tom Zart<br>Most Published Poet<br>On The Web! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Tom Zart www.internetvoicesradio.com/t_zart/<br>http: //www.veteranstodayforum.com/viewforum.php? f=38</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Tom+Zart">Tom Zart</a><div class=q>
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America, the abundant, the place I was born
I'll 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 gr..."></div>
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