Why Patriots Love America! Poem by Tom Zart

We choose our opportunities
To become strong, not weak
By prayer, work and deliverance
we acquire the dreams we seek.

America the free the place I was born
I'll treasure till the day I die.
Where the bones of 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.

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.

America has survived all attempts to destroy
God's blessings by the brutality of war.
We who remain must always recall
Those who can love Her no more!

THANK YOU FOR WHO YOU ARE IN YOUR HEART!

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