I am an American.
My father belongs to the Sons of the Revolution;
My mother, the Colonial Dames.
One of my ancestors pitched tea overboard in Boston Harbor;
Another hungered with Washington at Valley Forge.
My forefathers were America in the making;
They spoke in her council halls;
They died on her battleships;
They cleared her forests.
Dawns reddened and paled.
Staunch hearts of mine beat fast at each new star
In the nation's flag.
Keen eyes of mine foresaw her greater glory:
The sweep of her seas,
The plenty of her plains,
The man-hives in her billion-wired cities.
Every drop of blood in me holds a heritage of patriotism.
I am proud of my past.
I am an AMERICAN. (Elias Lieberman)
Thank you, Veterans. Sincerely, thank you.
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I thought I posted a comment yesterday. This was really great. I've never heard of this poet, but enjoyed this poem very much, thanks for sharing it!
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