I have a dream
from me to you.
About what we’ve seen
and what we should do.

The stars and stripes
one nation under God.
The pledge of allegiance
thy staff and rod.

We have lost our way
we have gotten weak.
Our future right now
seems dim and bleak.

We need to return,
to the ground with boots.
We need to go back
and find our roots.

Out in the country that’s where I’m from.
The Northern Plains, Redneck to some.
Born and bred by God’s own hands.
We’re tough as hell and rule these lands.

From the Red River Valley to the great Black Hills.
We follow one law and do Gods will.
We’ve paid our debt, formidable and ready.
Tred on me and I’ll thump you steady.

We hail from the North and from the South.
Known far and wide by word of mouth.
We are the strong who protect the weak.
God’s chosen few are of whom I speak.

We’ll never fall we watch the many.
Our guns and ammo are good and plenty.
We run on faith and fueled by love.
We are protected from up above.

Have you ever seen a sunset, that made you smile and weep?
How about a harvest moon, that simply knocked you off your feet.
Have you ever seen stars, that made you want to jump and fly?
How about a morning sunrise, that made you sit back and wonder why.

How can all of this beauty, which surrounds us every day?
Be overlooked and forgotten, by so many along the way.
If we all took a moment, and remembered where we are.
Maybe life could be a little better, and maybe not so hard.

I'm thankful for this day, and I wish for many more.
I'm happy that I can see, to admire and adore.
If I should ever lose my eyes, how sad that would truly be.
But I would be thankful for the poet, for they write down everything they see.

I surely don't mean to brag or boast
But my words have been read to many a toast
Golden words may flow now and again
Raging from the poet's pen

Sculpted and molded some words beware
Some poets write truth and others just flair
Some are put on cards and some in songs
But all end up right where they belong

Most are heard but seldom seen
They get passed by and loose their sheen
Like a dying flame they slowly fade
Waiting for resurrection on some other day

Our words are powerful surpassing unique
Our words can be happy and sometimes bleak
Your pen will bleed and before you know it
You've joined the ranks of the unknown poet

Let’s take a moment and really think about this man.
He came here as a mortal with just one plan.
With grace and valor, he came here to die.
How many of us would do that, how many would even try?

As a mortal man he shared all of our fears.
He knew exactly what he was in for, but still chose to come down here.
Imagine his pain, the ridicule and torture.
This was the right hand of God, Man’s true enforcer.

With dignity and honor, he took every lash.
Each thorn on the crown, every ****** ****.
They spat in his face disrespected by us all.
He still carried that cross, for us he stood tall.

He stood face to face with the darkest parts of the human soul.
To defend, love and save all of us was his only goal.
When life brings destruction, chaos, death and loss.
I just think of this man who hung up there on that cross.

You’ve allowed me life and delivered me strong.
You highlight my path to where I belong.
You have cleansed my soul with your vitalizing blood.
I’ll never deserve your grace and love.

For all you have given there is nothing more that I need.
For you I will fight, for you I will bleed.
When the demons march from the pits of hell.
I’ll be waiting right here for your order to tell.

By light of day or the dark set of night.
I’ll go for the head so it can no longer bite.
Sure-footed and quick, graceful and strong.
I’ll prove my faith for with you I belong.

My soul I devote and lay at your feet.
I’ll be swift and true with every beat.
I kneel before you, the creator of man.
I’m forever grateful, because of you I am.

With an unprecedented shortage of basic supplies
People worldwide are learning to be wise.
Loo rolls, medicine and the safety mask.
Making do with what we already have is the new task.

I’ve seen diapers and bras used as new safety covers.
Drugs for malaria and stool softeners as miracle cures, are just a few among others.
Even the orange headed one is coming up with new treatment ideas.
The new scene for loo rolls is now our expired tortillas.

Slowly thawed or quickly nuked with the microwave oven
Soft and abundant and recently discovered is the new lovin.
It might not be charmin, but equally as soft on the ****.
Biodegradable and able to flush, no longer needed is the backyard bush.