Dedicated all of our heroes who've fought for our mighty country.
I AM AMERICA My home is made of dreams And fertile soils of majestic ideas I am America I am the comfort of forbears From here or there Far and near Resting at the foot of an apple tree Eating it's fruit Singing hymns of yesterday and prayers of tomorrow I am America I am the farmer who grows wisdom I am the mother who nurtures spirit I am the father who protects at all costs And I am the children who are the beacons of days to come I am the family of all that this world has to offer I am America Look to justice, she has seen my face Look to sin, it will attest to my virtue Look within the heart And you will find The blood of many Who have fallen for my grace I am America I am the old yet I am young The worshiped and forgotten These are my children The many few who have chosen My canvas in which to paint Understand the beauty I behold I am America I am not without my faults, yet I am purity Though I am still young, my purpose and ideals Are as old as the hills I am gifted with genius and masterful with intention And I serve all who come into my embrace I am America Through the changes of many seasons I have forged children of valor, courage and compassion Warriors of the idea of change and the upholders of tradition From past, present and forever For I am America O. C. CAVANAUGH JR.
The Preppy Times
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