[yankee doodle andy II]

With weathered squint, his eyes shift.
Life pulse beat marks time trajectory
And sun's glint.

He is at once no where,
Here and there,
His heart encompasses all.
He is but a man, standing tall.

Son of a father
Father to a multitude
Shoulder's burdened
And soul embued with God's strength.
His fortitude a bolt from that self-same power granting life to all.

He was chosen by us
A covenant sealed with symbolic words baptized in real blood.
Words fail, a soul's truth finds other means to reach hearts hungry for freedom.

Who dast call into question the shining sword
Hammered thought it may have been from baser metal?
Time reveals destiny.
Destiny reveals the man.
History will remember what the weak refuse to see.

To George Walker Bush, we cast our lot with thee.

[JustAmy]

7-3-05

Graphic by Billie

Sunday

Aching beauty, painful bright,
Peaceful streets in velvet night,
Voices hymning, bells are tolled,
Somehow none of this gets old.

Faces smiling, laughter near,
Lips with secrets meant for just your ear,
Eyes that flash, hands that touch,
Lord, we thank you oh so very much!

NicknamedBob . . . . June 23, 2005

[JustAmy]

Good morning, Yankee Doodle! Happy Sunday.

That is a wonderful poem; thank you for sharing it with us.



Happy 4th of July to you and yours!