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Patriotism September 11 Poems: 51-60 of 132
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The Truth of a Soldier
You always stand tall without fear being shown the life of a soldier everyone will know, The love you give to your family and friends the heart once again of a strong man. You stand there proud watching and helping everyone around Never letting fear come over you there you stand ..........

Preperation
preparation by pvt andrew whitacre i am a marine training to go to war to fight for that civilian who knows not what i'm fighting for. i will ..........

Virgina's Son
....... sweat and might. day by day he had to pray and pray, during the civil war, not even the blue coats could ignore, from night until dawn, the ..........

I am an Airforce Pilot
i am an air force pilot in battle. i wonder if the war will ever end. i hear gun shots fire all around me. i see people scattered on the ..........

Over there
our country is on the brink of war our soldiers shipping to their shore. fathers are shipping out while young children pout they're going over ..........

Just Another Soldier II
'this extraordinary war in which we are engaged falls heavily upon all classes of people, but the most heavily upon the soldier. for it has been ..........

The Photographs
The Photographs My father had some pictures from somewhere long ago A fair-haired man with an innocent grin was what those pictures showed So young and proud he looked there on the faded photographs I'd always longed to touch that face when I lovingly gazed back Who is that man ..........

Death of a Hero
....... husband here with me your son died a hero they tell them, he died so this war could be won but the parents dont really care about war, all ..........

Daddy
The kids thanked me for the candy In today's afternoon shade While tonight I shoot their fathers Who send America's sons to the grave. I wonder how my little girl And wife are doing at home While I wade through the paddies And hide--lying prone. All the world is quiet-- All creation ..........

The Final March
....... hour, as falls the blanket of somber snow. naked trees twist forcefully upward as if trying to escape the frozen land. for strewn amongst them ..........
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Patriotism September 11 Poems: 51-60 of 132


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