America911
Stars and stripes wave in the breeze
Hailing boundless opportunites.
This flag bespeaks our sacred land
Where all are free to understand
That freedom each and every day
Is bought by many who still pay
With lives, tears, sweat and toil
So we can enjoy this hallowed soil.
Since freedom's not free, we must strive
To keep our liberty alive.
Though unsure times, it's surely clear
America won't ever yield to fear.
poem by Gregory Huyette
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