America
Freedom rings
Children sing it
Old folks hum it
Guitars strum it
America.
We all love it.
Flags wave above it
Fireworks burst over her skies
LIberty was sought here.
America.
Place where the dream begins
No matter rich or poor
Land of opportunity
America.
Wars were fought for it
Land was bought for it
Blood was shed for it
Much can be said of it.
America.
After all is said and done.
A flag was made for it
Soldiers salute it
Brass horns toot it
A leader was made for it
A nation unique in its people and its glory.
Proud of this nation called
America.
A further collection of poems, many from years in the Middle East, but also the California San Francisco and Central Coast areas (Santa Cruz, Carmel, Big Sur, Berkeley, etc.).
My book of poetry is being redone by me, I have a beautiful cover designed and the book will have a few more than 200 poems in it. I am going to have it printed on demand here in Canada. When it is done I will let you know when it is done and if anyo
Robin Ouzman Hislop's poetry is certainly in dialogue with some of the key architects of the 'poetics of indeterminacy' – both the Modernist strands represented by the likes of Beckett and Stein, and the postmodernist strands represented, initially,
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Embraced ~ Embrassé
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Karen
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and we can all gather to sing it on July 4th. -gene.