Dwight Burgess Poems

As a man dug through his closet, clear back in the back on the floor,
Was an item that stirred his memory of a birthday many years before.
He remembered tearing at the wrappings and how a tear he had to strife,
As he quickly removed all the paper to reveal his very first rifle.
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Let's look back throught the centuries,
And consider the cause for which she stands.
As she grew from just a dream there,
And took shape in Betsy Ross' nimble hands.
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