Friday, July 4, 2008


Come and take a walk with me
through this green and growing land
Walk through the meadows and the mountains and the sand
Walk through the valleys and the rivers and the plains
Walk through the sun and walk through the rain

Here is a land full of power and glory
Beauty that words cannot recall
Oh, her power shall rest on the strength of her freedom
Her glory shall rest on us all

From Colorado, Kansas, and the Carolinas, too
Virginia and Alaska, from the old to the new
Texas and Ohio and the California shore
Tell me, who could ask for more?

Yet she's only as rich as the poorest of her poor
Only as free as the padlocked prison door
Only as strong as our love for this land
Only as tall as we stand

But our land is still troubled by men who have to hate
They twist away our freedom
And they twist away our fate
Fear is their weapon and treason is their cry
We can stop them if we try


Nephew Sam said...

There must be a glitch in today's poetry posting. I see no lines referring to a failed British bombardment of a Maryland fort, set to the tune of a popular British drinking song.

ThirdMate said...

I have a new app: SeegerBot.