Larry A. Lile Poetry

I thaned God, for this country that I grew up in, here today.
I thanked him, for those who stood, that i might pray here just this way.
I thanked him, for the guns they had, that help feed our fathers-fore.
For when those guns were needed, they helped drive tyrants from our shores.

I thanked him, for those Bosten men, who rose so swift that night.
For all who rose when danger neared, took up arms and stood to fight.
For those who stood, and those who fell, upon our many hallowed battlefields.
Especially for those who sacrificed all, while standing there as our sheild.

I thanked God for this great country, that stands like a light upon a hill.
Its great light of personel freedom, penetrates, oppression's darkness still.
But this great light, has begun to falter, from its steadfast beam of hope.
Not from its enemies abroad, but from those, who should cherish it most!

From those who stand and say, that our right's, are not needed here any more.
From those who would surrender our freedoms, to nations from other shore's.
From those who say in our fellow man. we should place our sacred trust.
From those whou have forgotten this land was built on.
God, Gun's, and Gut's.

Poet: larry a. lile