Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts

Saturday, March 21, 2020

Raise Her High

Hail Old Glory, raise her high
Never surrender, Never say die!

Raise her high out in the yard
When times are good, when times are hard

A symbol, yes, but so much more
She's the woven fabric of our nation's soul

She scaled the rubble after the towers fell
And Suribachi, over Iwo's hell

She says to the curse, you will not win
I stand for what we are within

This country will be your toughest yet
You might bruise us, but you can bet

That when it's over we'll still stand
At the ballpark, with our neighbors, heart under hand

Where we'll proudly salute her beneath the sun
One nation, indivisible, every color, every creed, everyone


Model 1814 U.S. Flag at Fort McHenry National Monument and Historic Shrine, Baltimore, MD

Thursday, March 19, 2020

A Week Ago

It was only a week ago
Hard to believe
Awake and alive
Now asleep in a dream

A week ago
That's all it was
Rainbows and sunshine
Dandelion fuzz

A week ago
All was right
Day was day
Night was night

A line was a line
A dot was a dot
Things were fine
Now they're not

A week ago
I held out my hand
Now it's wrapped in a glove
Sealed with a band

Up was up
Down was down
The lights were on
All over town

It's quiet now
Everyone's inside
A ghostly silence
Something's died

A week from now
We'll be fine
Strong of heart
Peace of mind

A week from now
We'll realize
How to adapt
How to survive

Life will be basic
Slowed down
Bread and family
Sitting down

Time for prayer
Contemplation
Time for reflection
Meditation

Time for projects
Pulling weeds
Mending fences
Humble deeds

Charity will be in vogue
Across our blessed nation
We'll see faces, not commodities
Service, not recreation

Ready and stronger
We'll survive
Better and balanced
Awake and alive

Monday, July 1, 2019

Lunch Break

I thought Id take account today
Of all the things that've come my way
Or that I can plainly see
From my bench
On the Mall
In old DC
There's geese a-swimming in a
Green ripply pond
Some folks look
But most move on
Achy feet or
Scooter bikes
Wheelchairs, or
Strollers for the little tikes
Languages
I hear a-plenty
A German tour with
More than 20
I've seen horse-mounted cops and
Black sedans
Souvenirs and hotdog stands
Along the asphalt trail with simple benches
Like the one lI've already mentioned
Portajohns wrapped up with tape
If you gotta go
You'll have to wait
So many people
Come to see
The head of this land made
For you, For me
If you make your way out here
I think, you too
Will be amazed
At what you see and hear