No Matter Where You Roam

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No Matter Where You Roam

O! To be an emigrant and sail across the sea,
leaving the Homeland behind in search of one that's free;
Biding farewell to family, a sister or a brother,
Waving your hat with pride toward your father & mother;
Only looking back to those who stayed behind,
while gazing across the blue, not knowing what you'll find;
Waiting to catch first glimpse of a new & glorious land,
with an adventure-filled spirit only few men understand.

O! To be a pioneer, replacing white billowed sails
with horses, saddles & wagons, trudging dry & dusty trails;
The never-ending toil of clearing land & planting seeds,
forming a colony, establishing law with oaths & creeds;
Falling trees for logs, making the cabin a home,
feeling free to hang your hat no matter where you roam;
Gathering to break bread at the end of each long day,
the bowing of every head, giving thanks as you pray.

O! To be an American with pioneer values instilled,
carrying on traditions our forefathers for us, have willed;
Celebrating great moments of our countries' history,
remembering those who died with red, white & blue glory;
Perishing not for self but for a future generation,
pledging allegiance to a Republic of a God-fearing nation;
Waving the flag with pride, extending liberty for all,
no matter where we roam, we stand firm and will not fall.

c. June 29, 2005


So, then brothers, stand firm and hold to the
teachings we passed on to you, whether by
word of mouth or by letter.
2 Thessalonians 2:15

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HarverTomsson commented on No Matter Where You Roam

06-03-2009

Some came for adventure, others out of deperate hope. and That is what America still offeres the downtrodden to day: hope. Nevermind we no longer remember Pioneer values, much less translate them for a new millenium, even our rough streets offer the promise of a better tomrrow, but that is becoming an ever more fragile hope.

ccslim commented on No Matter Where You Roam

05-04-2009

Sweet ride! Fine writing in content by the flow of pride!

A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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