Patricia Kelley

Rookie - 36 Points (March 11 1957 / Oklahoma)

I Love America - Poem by Patricia Kelley

When I travel overseas, I think about the beautiful America in which I will return.
I think about America's majestic mountains that almost reach to the pearly white gates of Heaven.
I think about America's beautiful oceans, where the deep blue waters rush to kiss the land of the free.
I think about the open lands of sand and trees, hills and valleys that stretch out to the blue skies, feeling winter's icy breeze, or summer's sudden hot flash, or fall's fresh breath.
I think about fields of all different vivid colors of beautiful wildflowers that stretch out as far as I can see.
I think about the birds' that hear God's voice and head south to escape winter's icy sneeze.
I think about men and women that dress in uniform to protect our land.
I think of the sacrifices that they make leaving their sons' and daughters', not knowing if they'll ever return.
My heart starts to burn.
And, I feel like it's my turn.
To raise my voice to the Heavens, thanking God for creating America.
Where, my heart always returns.


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My love for America

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Poem Submitted: Friday, February 1, 2013



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