I was conceived by a group of men in a Boston coffee-house
A mere two-hundred years ago,
From hearts filled with a love of God and a sense of
Justice for all,
In the minds of men like Adams, Washington, and Jefferson, who pledged their very souls to the idea of my birth
I was born on the square at Lexington and Concord, and nourished in the snow of Valley Forge and Trenton,
And finally took my first step, as a frail and struggling child,
With a victory at Yorktown, when I put a kingdom down
I crawled and stumbled and grew in places like the
Cumberland and Boonsboro,
And on the long trail to California too
Many times I fought for liberty,
In 1812, at the Alamo in ’36, and in Mexico at the
Youthful age of seventy
And, I’ve cried out in pain and anguish as I was torn asunder
And shed tears to see…brother fighting brother
In the spirit of Freedom and in the name of Friendship,
I’ve sent my youths to die, fighting tyranny and opposition
For folks like you and I
In strange places with exotic names like
Belleau Wood, Normandy, Iwo Jima, and Chu Lai
But, today my friends have turned their backs,
And spit right in my face
And, terrorists hold me hostage in a far-off lonely place
You ask yourselves, who am I?
I’m You, I’m Me, I’m US. Imagine that,
I am America, the Beautiful, and in God I put my trust.
Imagine That, I am America
Member #: 43928
Registered: 1/26/2006
Posted:
476
Name:
yo
Company:
Me and my tools
Occupation:
Technician
Location:
here and there
Personal:
Experience:
~24 years
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