Time is a Thief!
Ode to T/Sgt. Glenn Wilson
Never To Late!
NOTHING EVER CHANGES
In the Autumn of my Life
"Nothing is Forever!"
I AM AN AMERICAN
In the Eye of the Tiger
A Conversation between My Cat and Dog
If, I Had It All To Do Over!
A Portrait of my Life
Fifty Years of Tears
Do You Remember When?
Ain't That a Shame?
Hopefully, They will Say...
Does It Matter?
My Little Dog named-Art
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Home of the Brave on the Fourth of July
There’s nothing like hot dogs and apple pie on the Fourth of July…
A parade down main street with the musical band, soldiers marching
with their flags and banners flying high.
Kids following with their red, white and
Blue balloons floating in the sky.
Swimming holes, fishing poles, and ball games in the park.
Sack racing, badminton, lawn bowling until it gets dark.
Fried chicken, potato salad, corn bread and beans.
Soda pop, watermelon, homemade ice cream.
The men and women talk, while the kids all play and scream.
And on the band stand the director leads everyone in singing
the "Star Spangled Banner."
The sun goes down and the fireworks can be seen all over town.
That’s how we Americans celebrate the birthday of the good old USA.
And God willing…that’s how it will always stay.
Oh! How magnificently America stands between the
two great oceans in God’s hands.
Jackie R. Kays
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