America the BrightA Poem by Gleb ZavlanovDedicated to my homeShe stands by me, she stands by all of
us Shielding with bright the flame of
purest truth Like Thetis gainst the banes, she’s
beauteous Allowing me to grow within my youth A roaming free through her prairies untamed Hued with vibrant roses as her stripes
red With lakes most deep and mountains,
high most famed And stars that watch over us when
dawn’s dead America, the guard of all the rest Brother to the young, mother to her son
An eagle soaring o’er the sky’s blue
breast Daring to claim the fiery, hot sun Aglimmer with a brazen, nascent zest
And bring it back and lay it in hard pride
America the beauteous and bright
Across the mountains folding ‘gainst
the wold Across the lakes reflecting the deep
sky Across the cities rimmed at night in
gold Is the place where harmony shan’t e’er
die America, the place where sorrows flee The land of the brave, those who charge
to fight Who fight for what makes America, free Who fight for what makes America,
bright Who fight against the scourge of dawning
hate We are the folks who lead the world
before Tomorrow, we make America great America, tis to freedom, the door America, tis to pure hope, the gate
America, to the future, the tide
America, the beauteous and bright
In times of need, in times of woe and
drear We welcomed all hapless people who fell Cringing within their dark, wholesome
despair By the black feet of dark the king of
hell This land is land that always share
must we This land is land with laws and judges,
just This land the land of opportunity This land the land forged together with
trust America, the home of everyone Who dare to achieve ‘yond the mortal
eye Warden of all, rebuilder of the gone The eagle who dares to the bright
stars, fly Beyond where rims all space the light of sun
And venture deep into galaxies, wide
America, the beauteous and bright © 2013 Gleb ZavlanovReviews
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6 Reviews Added on October 13, 2013 Last Updated on October 14, 2013 AuthorGleb ZavlanovAboutHello there. I'm an aspiring poet. Nothing makes me happier than to bring delight to the hearts of my readers and to bring delight to myself by reading other peoples' work. Poetry is, in my opinion, o.. more..Writing
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