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I bow to thee-patriotic poems

 Mother, I bow to thee!
Rich with thy hurrying streams,
Bright with thy orchard gleams,
Cool with thy winds of delight,
Dark fields waving, Mother of might, Mother free.

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I found him in the guard-patriotic poems

 I found him in the guard-room at the Base.
From the blind darkness I had heard his crying
And blundered in.
With puzzled, patient face
A sergeant watched him; it was no good trying
To stop it; for he howled and beat his chest.
And, all because his brother had gone west,
Raved at the bleeding war; his rampant grief
Moaned, shouted, sobbed, and choked, while he was kneeling
Half-naked on the floor.
In my belief
Such men have lost all patriotic feeling.

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There is a word-patriotic poems

 There is a word
Which bears a sword
Can pierce an armed man --
It hurls its barbed syllables
And is mute again --
But where it fell
The saved will tell
On patriotic day,
Some epauletted Brother
Gave his breath away.
Wherever runs the breathless sun --
Wherever roams the day --
There is its noiseless onset --
There is its victory!
Behold the keenest marksman!
The most accomplished shot!
Time's sublimest target
Is a soul "forgot!"

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Let's honor our military-patriotic poems

 Let's honor our military,
The men and women who serve,
Whose dedication to our country
Does not falter, halt or swerve.
Let's respect them for their courage;
They're ready to do what's right
To keep America safe,
So we can sleep better at night.
Let's support and defend our soldiers,
Whose hardships are brutal and cruel,
Whose discipline we can't imagine,
Who follow each order and rule.
Here's to those who choose to be warriors
And their helpers good and true;
They're fighting for American values;
They're fighting for me and you.

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A burned-out crater-patriotic poems

 A burned-out crater lay in ruins for years,
While Americans, heartbroken, dried their tears,
A gaping maw where once twin towers stood,
A hole created by evil attacking good.
When terrorists bombed skyscrapers made of steel,
Americans struggled through a cruel ordeal.
Yet through this tragedy we found some good;
We found community and brotherhood.
Whenever a terrorist attack on us begins,
The American spirit rises, and always wins.
Our battle with these terrorists is not done;
Remember, nine-eleven, two thousand one.

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