America, the beautiful, the place I was born, <br />I'll cherish till the day I die. <br />Where the bones of past heroes <br />Lie buried in the ground, <br />Who loved her the same as I. <br /> <br />Her mountains are so tall <br />They reach for the sky; <br />With prairies where the green grasses grow. <br />There's billions of trees where wild birds nest, <br />With creatures that flourish below. <br /> <br />That blue gold called water <br />With which we are blessed, <br />As raindrops or crystallized snow; <br />Changes to rivers and fresh water lakes <br />While the winds of our seasons blow. <br /> <br />There's the haunt of a whistle <br />From a lonely freight train <br />Racing on ribbons of steel, <br />With the harvest of farms and from the factories <br />Balanced in a box on a wheel. <br /> <br />Some cities have buildings <br />A hundred stories tall, <br />Concrete, glass and steel. <br />A statue in a harbor, a present from France, <br />Describes how, inside, we feel. <br /> <br />That flag on the moon <br />With red and white stripes <br />Proves our dreams come true! <br />America has the freedom of choice <br />To strive for those things we must do! <br /> <br />By Conservative Poet <br />Tom Zart <br />Most Published Poet <br />On The Web <br /> <br /> <br />TOM ZART’S RADIO POEMS <br /> <br />You can hear all of Tom Zart’s 330 poems <br />of love, war, faith and more 24-7 on web radio at <br /> <br />http: //internetvoicesradio.com/Arch-TomZart.htm <br /> <br />Tom Zart ARCHIVES: <br /> <br />Global <br />Special <br />Operations<br /><br />Tom Zart<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/conservative-poet-tom-zart-s-america/
