Dr. Ben Carson Poem = America - Poem by Tom Zart
America, the abundant, the place I was born
I'll cherish till the day I die.
Where the bones of past heroes lie buried in the ground
Who loved her the same as I.
Her mountains are so tall they reach for the sky
With prairies where the green grasses grow.
There's billions of trees where wild birds nest
With creatures that flourish below.
That blue gold called water with which we are blessed
As raindrops or crystallized snow
Changes to rivers and fresh water lakes
While the winds of our seasons blow.
There's the haunt of a whistle from a lonely freight train
Racing on ribbons of steel
With the harvest of farms and from the factories
Balanced in a box on a wheel.
Some cities have buildings a hundred stories tall
Structures of concrete, glass and steel.
A statue in a harbor, a present from France
Describes how inside, we feel.
America has survived all attempts to destroy
Knowing the cruelty of war
And we who remain
Must help keep her free
For those who can march no more!
Someday there’ll be a brand new Earth
Where the righteous rule, night and day.
No tears, death, pain nor sorrow
From the world that passed away.
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