underthepoemtree

************************************* UNDER THE POEM TREE ****************************** With Ron Purtlebaugh ************************ POEM TREE LEAVES ST.AUGUSTINE NATURE LOVE & BEAUTY MEANDERINGS NONSENSE & HUMOR WANDERING WORDS

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BRANCHES AND TWIGS ABOUT THE AUTHOR COMMENTS & LINKS "Let us contemplate our forefathers, and posterity, and resolve to maintain the rights bequeathed us from the former, for the sake of the latter.. The necessity of the time, more than ever, calls for our utmost circumspection, deliberation, fortitude and perseverance. Let us remember that "if we suffer tamely a lawless attack upon our liberty, we encourage it, and involve others in our doom." It is a very serious consideration...that millions yet unborn may be the miserable sharers of the event." Samuel Adams 1771 A. D.

Eleven September United in United States Well remember, Eleven, September, you humans of the quartic sort who cadenced to convolve, consort, to slip the life of innocents, upon our isle, our City York. Then sent your bile, another port, to Washington, to feed upon our five point star, the Pentagon, and spill the blood of fathers, sons, mothers, daughters, one and all Americans, who stand upon the Stripes and Stars, in uniforms they proudly wear, for each or us, and wear them well. With their blood, have paid your fare back, to your caverned covered rock, but know you well, Old Glory of the Stars and Stripes still flies the air, by grace of God, will meet you there to take away your coward stock that flows within your coward veins, hiding in your holes of rock. Your days of killing passersby, your treachery, be soon denied. Empty chambers as you laugh, but measure well your blood stained steps, run to find escaping paths, a giant wakes upon your trail the dogs of war will fill your skies, one who walks the rocks as well, one who knows what war entails, yours the blood, shall soon be let one to send you straight to Hell. United, in United States was chosen not in vain, not while one American stands, we vow you this, by each sustained. Ron Purtlebaugh

"Let us therefore animate and encourage each other, and show the whole world that a Freeman, contending for liberty on his own ground, is superior to any slavish mercenary on earth." George Washington July 2, 1776 A.D.

MY CARDBOARD BOX The thick of night, bold black and froze, enfolded by these arms of mine, they hug to me the winter's eve, lulled, forgotten, all alone, on the sidewalk where they walk, huddled now I fight the cold, take me not to death's own gate, nor strange coldness take it's toll, where I sleep, my cardboard box, my house, my home, a rolled up cup is thrown within, home to me, trash bin to them. See they not what lies inside? Think they that I'm here to hide? Remember not, I lived with them? Know they not, I fought for them? And many of my brothers, friends, lived and fought and died for them? I am a man, a thing of worth, and far worse, think they more the less of me, for where I live, yet all I gave, there's no return, knowing they just walk on by, with one finger wouldn't try, if my home were now on fire, hoping me to burn. Walk on by and pity not, no mercy have you shown, no respect, for all my worth, living in a cardboard box. Go home! Go! You mister man, take your woman by the hand, to your home of concrete blocks, your landscaped yards, your cars, your plans, you leave me here. But know you this. If the whole world comes to naught, unseemly hordes with battle plans, invade your land, you come to me, I'll fight again, 'cause this is My America, My Home Sweet Home, though I sleep on concrete now, you hear me good, you freely walk because of me, and this is still my land. Ron Purtlebaugh 1974

We Will The throng of these United States three hundred million strong, answered in a moments call. Who of you, of different faiths, will kneel and pray for those who fell, give their blood, dip the mud and broke cement, hand to hand, five gallon pails, move the twisted girders, fell, stay the hour one more mile, in hopes to find a citizen, a fireman, a rubble hidden soot bound child, give themselves of what they have, comfort to the ones who lost, pay the cost without complaint to help rebuild anew, New York, stand behind our Pentagon, our President, to lands beyond, to stop this terror where it stands, in their holes of covered rock? I heard them say in one loud voice, we always have, we will, of course. Ron Purtlebaugh

"Then join hand in hand, brave Americans all! By uniting we stand, by dividing we fall." John Dickinson The Liberty Song 1768 A.D.

Don't Tread On Me The Red, The White, And Blue Twin burning spires of smoke and fumes, above the rubble plainly seen, waving still while tolls the screams and bells, I wonder if it looked the same, that night to Mr. Key, the night the Stars and Stripes survived death's knell. The yearn for freedom in his soul, the beating in his breast so proud, hoping as he watched our flag to soar, through his smoky dim lit view, din of bombs exploding loud, he set his hand to write our most loved score. And on this day while ashes fall, the deaths of innocents so real, we hug it to ourselves and hear the sounds, engulfing us the strains of vict'ry's bells do loudly peal, the unity he penned, we all have found. You cowards know of surety who stained our stars on field of blue, beware the stripes of white for right and truth, for now the red of justice blood will surely run from you, Don't Tread On Me, The Red, The White, And Blue. Ron Purtlebaugh

Canada Canada, O' Canada, of pristine waters clear, peers above our borders north the Great Lakes greening pier. French accent and testament to freedom, us so dear, you've spent with us through war and hell, so good to have you near. You've trudged with us the jungles and the deserts of the world, together for the peace of man your Maple Leaf unfurled. Louisiana's bayous to our New York's bright skyline, you've shared as our inhabitants to Florida's winter time. Looking 'round for global friends, we know and trust, so few, we dip to you our Star and Stripes, O' Canada, so true. Ron Purtlebaugh

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