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1 posted on 09/04/2018 6:57:40 AM PDT by grame
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Hand salute to a patriot family!


2 posted on 09/04/2018 7:27:20 AM PDT by Delta 21 (Splodeyhead is the only cure for MAGAphobia)
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To: grame

Here are some places to start looking:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2eBxVxO0nh4

https://www.poetrysoup.com/poems/best/national_anthem

https://www.poemsource.com/patriotic-poems.html

http://www.home.riverview.net/vfw_post2053/poems.htm

https://www.bustle.com/p/patriotic-poems-to-share-on-memorial-day-2017-to-celebrate-this-important-holiday-60270


4 posted on 09/04/2018 7:36:21 AM PDT by Albion Wilde (Ain't no reaching across the aisle in Hell.)
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To: grame

Watch: http://www.metrolyrics.com/ragged-old-flag-lyrics-johnny-cash.html


5 posted on 09/04/2018 7:38:31 AM PDT by SkyDancer ( ~ Just Consider Me A Random Fact Generator ~ Eat Sleep Fly Repeat ~)
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To: grame

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=msYPbjFC50w

Veterans Hallelujah

AND THIS:

“If” by Rudyard Kipling
If you can keep your head when all about you

Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,

If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,

But make allowance for their doubting too;

If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,

Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,

Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,

And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;

If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim;

If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster

And treat those two impostors just the same;

If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken

Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,

Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,

And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings

And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,

And lose, and start again at your beginnings

And never breathe a word about your loss;

If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew

To serve your turn long after they are gone,

And so hold on when there is nothing in you

Except the Will which says to them: ‘Hold on!’

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,

Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch,

If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,

If all men count with you, but none too much;

If you can fill the unforgiving minute

With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,

Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,

And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!


6 posted on 09/04/2018 7:46:50 AM PDT by NEMDF
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To: grame

OH. I am sorry. I didn’t read your full post before I went into action. Need a bit more coffee, I guess. I shared some inspiring thoughts, but not what you specified. Sorry.


7 posted on 09/04/2018 7:48:36 AM PDT by NEMDF
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“Breathes there a man with soul so dead ...”

Lay of the Last Minstrel — Sir Walter Scott


8 posted on 09/04/2018 7:55:39 AM PDT by IronJack
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To: grame

My favorite : A Psalm of Life, Henry Wadsworth Longfellow


9 posted on 09/04/2018 8:31:04 AM PDT by Mollypitcher1 (I have not yet begun to fight....John Paul Jones)
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High Flight

John Gillespie Magee, Jr

Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of earth,
And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings;
Sunward I’ve climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth
Of sun-split clouds, —and done a hundred things
You have not dreamed of —Wheeled and soared and swung
High in the sunlit silence. Hov’ring there
I’ve chased the shouting wind along, and flung
My eager craft through footless halls of air...
Up, up the long, delirious, burning blue
I’ve topped the wind-swept heights with easy grace
Where never lark or even eagle flew —
And, while with silent lifting mind I’ve trod
The high untrespassed sanctity of space,
Put out my hand, and touched the face of God.


10 posted on 09/04/2018 8:34:11 AM PDT by Mollypitcher1 (I have not yet begun to fight....John Paul Jones)
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High Flight by John Gillespie Magee Jr.


11 posted on 09/04/2018 8:35:39 AM PDT by Mark17 (Genesis chapter 1 verse 1. In the beginning GOD....And the rest, as they say, is HIS-story)
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Here’s a place
http://www.usflag.org/essays.html


12 posted on 09/04/2018 8:47:23 AM PDT by ps425dc
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