My social studies teacher gave me this poem the other day. I love it. I really am "Proud to be an American".
Proud to be an American
by Tom Zart
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 gound
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 tress 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 with red and white stripes
Proves American's dreams come true.
A country of heroes who line up to protect
The past, the present and the few.
We'll defeat terrorism as it should be fought
Never letting Satan's horde chase us to our door.
Safe guarding our borders and system of life
As our forefathers sacrificed before.
Never be afraid to be proud of America
And march with the brave, faithful, and just.
Refusing to summit to the will of our enemies
Standing firm to preserve what we trust.
