I'm Proud

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.