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By: Tom Zart
AMERICA America, the beautiful, 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, 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 our dreams come true! America has the freedom of choice To strive for those things we must do! By Tom Zart Author of LOVE WAR AND MORE
AMERICA
zart08@netzero.net
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