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Why I Love America

Arches Utah at SunsetI will tell you why I love America?
Give me a moment and I’ll explain.
Have you seen a Utah sunset
or a Montana rain?
Have you been fishing on a bayou
down Louisiana way?
Have you walked on the Bridge called
Golden Gate
Over San Francisco Bay?
Have you seen an eagle soaring
high above the Virginia pines,
Or heard the New York City traffic
where Time Square shines?
Does the call of Bryce Canyon thrill you
with all the red rocks galore?
Do you look with awesome wonder
at the Massachusetts shore,
Where men were brave in a big new world
first walked on Plymouth’s rock.
Do you also think of the great men
that lead and never mock
Have you seen a drifting snowflake
in the Tetons way up high?
Have you seen the bright sun come blazing
from a blue Nevada sky?
Do you rejoice when you see the Columbia
rush to the sea,
or say a prayer at Gettysburg
knowing freedom isn’t free?
Have you honored the men at
Mount Rushmore?
Have you seen the mighty Mississippi
flow along Missouri’s shore?
Have you seen a Wyoming snow drift
on a cold winter’s day?
Or watch a storm unfold
her thunderous display?
When you say, “Aloha” it makes you warm.
When you see a surf come roaring in
along Maui’s reef
do you stare in disbelief?
From Alaska’s gold to the Everglades
From the Rio Grande to Maine,
My heart rejoices, my spirit soars,
at the greatness of her domain.
I will tell you why I love America?
there are a million reasons why:
My magnificent America,
beneath God’s big blue sky.

By Leonard Fish

Inspired by the poem by John Mitchem America why I Love Her

Can’t Judge a Book by it’s Cover

Man with tattoo
He was covered with tattoos
Skin art galore
How trashy, I thought
I could look at him no more
I disliked him immensely
For his arty obsession
And right then and there
I formed a hasty impression
Circumstances brought us together
Closer than I would have dared
And I was forced to get to know him
When his soul to me he bared
He is only human, I came to realize
With love in his heart and pain in his eyes
How wrong I was about him,
I felt so much shame
To hate him, distrust him,
to ridicule and blame
Can’t judge a book by its cover
It has often been said
I truly believe that
Now I look deeper instead.
Patty E Padgett.

Thank you Patty for being inspired.