A 4TH OF JULY TRIBUTE
On this special day of celebration
We raise our flag in freedom once more
And watch parades with banners flying.
Old soldiers are there too and some are crying.
But we go on with thankful praise,
Because we know the sacrifices made
Some will sing our anthem of old
Then thank our God as the day unfolds.
We love our country so as we look at the stars
On the red, white and blue
And say once again how lucky we are.
To live in this country so beautiful and fair
And we end our day with a special prayer.
We stand as a people diverse in many ways,
But we stand united together under our flag.
Because America embraces all who made
This country so grand and what it is today.
So may America, the land of the free and the brave
Be a symbol of peace to all people of the world
And our flag will stand proudly as the years unfold.
A FATHER’S LOVE
I am watching a father lift his very handicapped daughter
From her her bed-like stroller. This child looked to be around
9-10 years old. She was extremely thin and her
Arms just flopped by her side as well as her legs.
The father cradled her head in his arms as she
Couldn’t hold it up by herself. She was unable to
Talk as well. But the gentleness of her father
Brought tears to my eyes. He looked at her in
His arms and you could see the light of love
Being given to her. Her large dark eyes looked
Back at him with the brightness of the stars
.
Every minute or two, the father bent over her
And kissed her. It was as if the two were one
.
In the father’s look there was no one in the
World except for two human beings in their
Own world of love.
Joan,
You have captured the spirit of poetry. I find your growth amazing and I know you are just starting to find your voice.
Michael, Thank you very much, Your comment is very encouraging.
Joan
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Joan,
Poetry is a matter of the heart and soul. It doesn’t matter at what point we start our poetry journey, because it’s all our life experience that we are putting down on paper. At that moment, we experience a connection with God, others, and ourselves. See you in September.
Michael