Treasure Island

norman hale

(2/18/1963 / ohio)

God Bless America


God bless America
God bless our flag
With those stars and stripes
It is much more than a rag

God bless the soldiers
Who fight for his land
Protecting others rights
He needs your helping hand

God bless the children
All across this land
They need our protection
Until they can understand

God bless the Angels
That show at our darkest hours
May they help many more
With Your guidince and Your power

God bless the wildlife
That roam this land so free
For no matter what they are
They are still a sight to see

Yes God bless America
May the wars all soon end
And no matter where we're from
We can still greet each other as friends

wrote 2/3/2009 by Norman Hale Jr.

Submitted: Wednesday, February 04, 2009
Listen to this poem:

Do you like this poem?
0 person liked.
0 person did not like.

Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?

Comments about this poem (God Bless America by norman hale )

Enter the verification code :

There is no comment submitted by members..

Top Poems

  1. Phenomenal Woman
    Maya Angelou
  2. The Road Not Taken
    Robert Frost
  3. If You Forget Me
    Pablo Neruda
  4. Still I Rise
    Maya Angelou
  5. Dreams
    Langston Hughes
  6. Annabel Lee
    Edgar Allan Poe
  7. If
    Rudyard Kipling
  8. Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
    Robert Frost
  9. I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings
    Maya Angelou
  10. A Dream Within A Dream
    Edgar Allan Poe

PoemHunter.com Updates

New Poems

  1. Fancy That, Phil Soar
  2. Ojukwu biafra, gideon zerah ogbonna
  3. The streets of London, Mario,Lucien,Rene Odekerken
  4. Oh Dear, Phil Soar
  5. The Scultpure, Justin Reamer
  6. A Pirate's Tale, Phil Soar
  7. Why does it rain?, Hardik Vaidya
  8. The Hair(Haiku), Mario,Lucien,Rene Odekerken
  9. Compensation, DEEPAK KUMAR PATTANAYAK
  10. love has a look and it looks a lot like us, Mandolyn ...

Poem of the Day

poet Alfred Lord Tennyson

It little profits that an idle king,
By this still hearth, among these barren crags,
Match'd with an aged wife, I mete and dole
Unequal laws unto a savage race,
...... Read complete »

   
[Hata Bildir]