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Patriotism September 11 Poems: 121-130 of 132
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Chosen Fate
....... the name of hate? what right did you have to choose their fate? brave warriors of allah you declare to be but murder and suicide is all that ..........

I Tribute The Soldiers
....... mcgee' we tribute the people whose lives were lost on a cold, unforgiving september day, these souls rose up from the rubble to live on in our ..........

Thank You
I'm proud to be an American, I give that thanks to you, I'm proud to be an American, For the special things you do, I'm proud to be an American, Because you fight for our country with pride, I'm proud to be an American, You guys ride a rough ride, You deserve a lot of credit and ..........

'MY HEROES'
my 'heroes' were born, on a september day.... leaves falling, sky was bright; they entered a building, went out of sight... everything around me ..........

An American Soldier
....... to be away - yet i know how much i want to stay. being here is more than war - it is a time to let the eagle soar. freedom doesn't come ..........

Home of the Brave to Be Seen
Home of the brave to me means we are the home and we are brave not only to fight, but to make our life better for us and not just for one person if you know what I mean? I also think the word to be seen as we fight for our rights and justice as the nation we stand to be proud of what we have done ..........

Rising
....... happened. rising is the emotion felt inside them all. rising is the anger towards those responsible. rising are the heroes pulling wounded from the ..........

I Am An American Soldier
i am an american soldier who is called to war i am an american soldier who wont take terrorism no more i've done this before but this time is ..........

Frail Towers
I'm proud to be American We eat a lot, laugh a lot, talk a lot, and dream a lot Many want to be an American So they too can enjoy what we got. My family came to a land of peace Where there reigned freedom and liberty I was still young and did not see The blessing of ..........

*~* My Feelings *~*
....... there is no one by my side i touch the sky and fell the rain i worry about the war going on in iraq i cry for my family and friends i am a girl from a ..........
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Patriotic poems are found in our national anthem, pledging allegiance to the flag, and many of our most popular patriotic songs are all poetic.  We show appreciation of services our men and women in protecting our freedoms and honor of our country.  Poems on nationalism preserve our history and on a personal basis we also save the memory of loved ones that served our country through patriotism.

One’s love for their country conjures emotions of loyalty and pride for one’s country.  There are lost love poems, family poems, and many other narrative works about country, national affairs, and war that are shared with others of their country’s heritage and glorify the nation’s accomplishments.  In preserving and keeping the memories of loved ones that served in the military for one’s homeland, one reflects over their work to preserve one’s pride for their country in patriotic poems.

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Family Poem of the Day

JUBILANT FATHER

His face is like a sun, warms the moon beside him.
She´s grown full; tonight begins the waning.
The tide pulls through her very bones,
her form aches as each wave crests.

The earth pulse, heavy, blood warm within her
Beats new chords, old sun god chants.
"You are the first mother and the last,
all spring flesh has traveled through you."

Aztec plumed and gold beaded,
your priest kneels at the holy alter,
gathers each salt pearl shed, nectar for his sacrament.

You are the temple,
we pilgrims swept through the gates,
bent figures know the scent and petals of your presence,
spread our arms to harvest blossoms,
and your priest, sun struck, kneels beside you.




- CRISTINE McAULIFFE



Quote of the Day

JUBILANT FATHER His face is like a sun, warms the moon beside him. She´s grown full; tonight begins the waning. The tide pulls through her very bones, her form aches as each wave crests. The earth pulse, heavy, blood warm within her Beats new chords, old sun god chants. "You are the first mother and the last, all spring flesh has traveled through you." Aztec plumed and gold beaded, your priest kneels at the holy alter, gathers each salt pearl shed, nectar for his sacrament. You are the temple, we pilgrims swept through the gates, bent figures know the scent and petals of your presence, spread our arms to harvest blossoms, and your priest, sun struck, kneels beside you.

- CRISTINE McAULIFFE