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Forlorn the land,
Forlorn my mind.
So much wasteland,
too much one kind.

Re-live the memories
of our yesterdays.
I can remember,
yours are gone away.

May your warts,
began to grow
until you're covered,
from head to toe.

When the Sun slowly rises
from the mountains in the East,
it is the magic time for,
man, child, or beast.

No other time in this life
will ever be the best,
except when the Sun sets,
in the Pacific Northwest.

Lifes challenges, as we go
through many doorways,
down those uncertain paths,
leads us to our future.
Remember you can always
change your path and directions.

Wander off
this path in life,
missing not your
lovely wife.

I miss her,
every day.
Hard to believe
she's gone away.

The mental aspect
of today,
her mind is gone,
her body stays.

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On July 4, 1776, the Second Continental Congress unanimously adopted the Declaration of Independence to announce the colonies' separation from the Kingdom of Great Britain, bringing a new nation into the world,
Although the Constitution provides the legal and governmental framework for the United States, the Declaration, with its eloquent assertion “all Men are created equal,” is the founding document of the United States.

It is now up to us, as the American experiment continues and our laws evolve in fact and interpretation, that we remain vigilant and make sure our leaders are faithful to the aspirational intent and vision of our Nation's Founders. Let's evolve by improving not by regression ant let's keep in mind the still very pertinent words from Thomas Paine's Common Sense  "......some Masaniello (opportunistic agitator) may hereafter arise who, laying hold of popular disquietudes (grievances), may collect together the desperate and the discontented, and by assuming to themselves the powers of government, finally sweep away the liberties of the continent like a deluge".  More

To serve my country day by day
At any humble post I may;
To honor and respect her Flag,
To live the traits of which I brag;
To be American in deed
As well as in my printed creed.

To stand for truth and honest toil,
To till my little patch of soil
And keep in mind the debt I owe
To them who died that I might know
My country, prosperous and free,
And passed this heritage to me.

I must always in trouble’s hour
Be guided by the men in power;
For God and country I must live,
My best for God and country give;
No act of mine that men may scan
Must shame the name American.

To do my best and play my part,
American in mind and heart;
To serve the flag and bravely stand
To guard the glory of my land;
To be American in deed,
God grant me strength to keep this creed.

Edgar Albert Guest (1881 – 1959) was a British-born American poet who became known as the People's Poet. His family moved from England to Detroit, Michigan when he was ten years old and he lived there the rest of his life. He worked for the Detroit Free Press for 64 years. He published more than twenty volumes of poetry and was thought to have written over 12,000 poems. His poems often had an inspirational and optimistic view of everyday life. Of his poems he said, "I take simple everyday things that happen to me and I figure it happens to a lot of other people and I make simple rhymes out of them. "His popularity led NBC to produce a weekly 15-minute radio program, “Guest in Your Home,” which ran from 1931 to 1942.
The Globe editorialized his passing by quoting Philip Coldren, the late editorial page editor who wrote that the key to Guest’s greatness was “that among the thousands of Guest poems, ‘there has not been a single one that has promoted wickedness or meanness or anything else but kindness and gentleness and peace and hope" 

I know of love,
I know it well.
This last stage has been
a living Hell

Run not to thee,
my favorite one.
Run to your Idol,
worship the Sun.

Religion,
a faith under the Sun.
Religion,
my soul to expunge.

When dreams are wrought
from stone and steel,
questions are raised about,
"Is this for real?"

If not the Moon,
that shines through hazy skies,
if life ends too soon,
it shouldn't be a surprise.