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Another 4th of July |
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Seems that the 4th of July
of two thousand six
was as close as
yesterday!
My, how time
does fly.
Here now but gone
tomorrow;
never does it stop to
consider all the
sorrow
caused by rushing
through the days like
the strong
march wind,
which blows day and
night
without a proper
end!
Being a disabled
veteran of
WWII
my thoughts of last year
was that was
the last 4th
of my
residence
here
on Mother Earth!
Yet God has given
to me
another year
in which to contemplate
the meaning
of the 4th
of July.
Freedom is a heavy
word
and not so often
heard
in these modern
days,
for the world is sick
in so many
ways.
The U.S. of A
has lost her
way
down the well worn
path of
Freedom
for which so many thousands
have died the
death
in wars far and
near
while true patriots
stand in
fear
of God's judgment
upon a land wherein
man
is considered King
and is crowned
with the human diadem
of self glory
while The God
of creation
is all but banished
from the
nation
to which he gave
the pangs of
birth
in Sweet Freedom's
court;
on all our coins
we still can read
"In God we
trust",
and so we must
or die the death of
Freedom
for which so many have
died.
Shall their death be
of no worth,
tossed aside like
refuse
on the Street of
Pleasure
without the measure
of life's
treasure!
On D-Day's early
morn
thousands bled and
died on
Utah Beach,
turning the waters
Red
with American
blood.
That blood still cries out
to those of us
who are
still
alive
on the 4th of July
2007.
The residents of
Heaven
must blush for Sweet
Freedom's
demise.
Like the Psalmist
who lifted his eyes and looked
to the skies
from whence came
His help,
we do well to walk in his
step
and commit to God
the future of
this once great
land,
by taking Freedom by
the hand!
Fly the flag for it is not
just a
rag
of red, white, and blue
with stars and
stripes
reminding us of days
past
when Old Glory
was raised
in victory
over many a
foe,
like the raising of the flag at
Iwo
so long ago
where 7000 Marines
died the death
for Freedom
and where some
twenty thousand earned
the Purple
Heart.
They never counted the cost
of such great
loss
for Freedom cannot be
measured by
inches, feet, or yards
nor miles nor
by the rod,
but by the Heart of
God,
and it is to Almighty God
that I raise my
prayer
for the Freedom
that once was
where
all could see her
worth
as The Good Lord
gave her
birth!
I love Freedom more
than life
for life without Freedom
is no life
at all! |
By
C. Douglas Caffey
Copyright 2007
Listed March
7, 2009 |
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Author's Bio:
C. Douglas Caffey is a disabled veteran of WWII. He
served (1944-1946) in the 509th Composite Bomb Group,
58th Wing, Air Photo Unit, 20th Air Force, United States
Army Air Force. It was the 509th who dropped the atomic
bombs on Japan and did the atom bomb tests at Bikini in
the Pacific. A chronic sufferer of PTSD since WWII, Doug
is a former college dean. He started writing poetry
several years ago and though he doesn't claim to be a
poet, he does claim to write from the heart. |
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