I am an American.
Proud to be called one.
When the flag goes by
Chills still creep over me.
Even after seventy plus years.

Many have died
Defending her name.
Defending the rights
Given by The Bill of Rights.
Freedom is definitely not free.

I ask my grandson when he was four
"What does that flag
hanging on the wall mean?"
He replied "Freedom".

Many have died
When stupid politicians
Ran the wars against us
Not the Generals who had the knowledge.

Eight years ago I remember clearly
someone we all know say;
"For the first time in my life
I am really proud of my country. "
Very disturbing words
I shall never forget.

Let us honor those who
have gone on before us.
Let us never forget
what we have and still stand for.
Let us stand and be counted.

For Freedom. Liberty. And much more.

My heart is heavy as we sit idlely by
watching all slip down the drain.

There is bliss in solitude,
There might not be the comfort of a lover
However there is no heartbreak as well.
There might not be a person to talk to
But sometimes, the best and most sensible person to talk to is you
There might not always be love
But sometimes all you need is time alone, to yourself. To look into the endless abyss that is you
There might not always be happiness.
But solitude has its moments.
There is bliss in solitude.