Blest Are The PatriotsA Poem by Franc RodriguezA tribute to the Patriots of American History.From distant shores lies the vast land,
With the stoic boys of mettle marching, Onto prolific waters and a foreign nation, Striving into a wearisome mist surging. From colorful valleys shading the groves, And the sheer beauty of plentiful slopes, Beyond the sundry obstreperous cities, And villatic homesteads of bleak hopes. An eternal home of the stars and stripes, Wavering valiantly o'er the wett'd ground, By the rainbow where a staid place exists, In the blooms and sinewy leaves found. Hence the grass grows within the spring, Beneath the spry depth of the winding hill, And the generation wean'd in the prairies, Strode forth yesterday nearby an old mill. Behold a welkin raught by spirits of men, And battalions that have fought restlessly, Giving our boys strength amidst cannons, Firing in the vaward of corpses endlessly. O America upon thy name I sing thy glory, Where thine appearance is pure majesty, With teeming mounds guarding their souls, As the swashing seas wield celestial beauty. Thy call to defend thee lies in thy sons, And heard in a carnage of death ye see, As no army from abroad conquers thee, When the soldiers march steady and free. Give us thy blessing in the dire onslaught, As we do not weep in haste amid our foes, For men in battle wend as the boys of yore, In a valor carried with their toils and woes. Their dripping blood spill'd in the fields, As thy blanket is thy comfort when feeble, And sons wean'd in a bosom of mothers, In the shelter fore'er of thine own people. Hearken'd are the wailing cries heard, In the depth of the manifold sanctuaries, Bearing the caskets with names of souls, And an honor earn'd in flags of memories. Boys who succumb'd and ne'er return'd, As brave and noble men who heard a call, Perishing into the gust of a wind blowing, Whilst walking by the living standing tall. Blest are the patriots sojourning in the soil, And the soldiers that fell in the perilous fray, As the indomitable boys of belov'd America, Where the proud soldiers vanish'd far away. © 2016 Franc Rodriguez |
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Added on June 29, 2016 Last Updated on July 1, 2016 AuthorFranc RodriguezAboutI consider myself a poet of the Romantic and Victorian epochs, and my poems are meant to allow the readers, to envision through my words such contemplation. If we only could find within the depth of o.. more..Writing
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