Kansas City, America & Freedom Poem by Tom Zart

Kansas City, I love you
Where else would I want to be
But by the fountains in the parks
With my girl smiling at me.

If Shakespeare were young and alive
He'd be on a carriage ride
On the Plaza by Brush Creek
Kissing the lips of his bride.

I lived a while in New York
And I've partied in L.A.
Kansas City is my choice
For the rest of my life to stay.

You’ll find me at the Starlight
Holding the hands I love.
We just hug and watch the show
Beneath the stars above.

We love the Chiefs, the Royals
Words of Fun and the zoo
Great tasting steaks, casinos
And the world's best barbecue.

AMERICA = 2013

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.

That flag on the moon with red and white stripes
Proves America’s dreams come true.
A country of heroes who line up to protect
The past, the present and the few.

FREEDOM = 2013

In their new uniforms
The young march off
Not knowing who shall return.
With a proud devotion
They brandish their flag
Leaving loved ones to wonder and yearn.

May we all be buried
By all of our children
Is an ancient tribal prayer.
They're so easy to lose
But so hard to forget
Such a burden for a parent to bear.

The taste of victory
Shall soon be forgotten
But never that which was lost.
For those rows of white headstones
In peaceful green fields
Make it easy to tally the cost.

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!

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