Unfinished poetry

There is a place where nobody goes
A place that nobody knows
Little place to call my own
On the back roads of my mind.

There is a place where I spin my wheels
A place that only I can feel
Little place that feels so real
On the back roads you will find.

On the back roads, wild and free
On the back roads, I long to be.

As he walked away, the tears fell, mixed with the raindrops falling on her face. The only light was that from the storm, she'd hear the thunder, felt the earth tremble, or was the trembling within herself? She watched as the taillights faded into the distance, love is like a storm, as the rain continued to fall, the tears did also. She knew her life was about to change, she needed to find her way home, but her heart and her mind could not agree. Home is where the heart is... her heart now broken, needed a new covenant, one she knew she could only find by first becoming lost. Lost to the world and found in new hopes and dreams. She closed her eyes, the tears hidden still by the rain, continued to fall. As the storm surrounded her, another was raging in her heart; she opened her eyes, was this all a dream? There were no lights, he was gone, but did she give him a reason to stay?

I’m proud to be an American. These words were sung with pride; sang loudly from both young and old – America – the land of the free, land of opportunity; we all were proud to be an American.

What happened? Why do we now want to tear down and replace our history?

Why do we want to put our heads in the sand and pretend that things did not exist? History is what it is, it is the past. We can tear down, pretend it did not happen all we want, but the truth is that it did; and from that we can learn, and should learn. We can teach our children, show them those moments of joy, as well as those moments that bring us tears of sorrow. Don’t look back on our history with regret, but with learning and teaching our young; give them more reason to stand tall and be proud of the America they live in today; let go of the bigotry and the prejudices; our forefathers fought so hard for. Show them the truth, and in so doing, yes, realize that the truth may not always result in a proud moment, but bring them to the realization that even through those moments, we stood tall and proud as Americans and we persevered.

Let’s take a look at those things that make us a proud country, let’s leave a legacy for our young that they can share with theirs, not one of corrupt violence and crime, but one of love and hope; the freedoms that set us apart from the rest of the world, the reason so many travel for miles to be a part of our nation; let’s look at the United States of America, with the word United speaking to us loud and clear. Let’s look at why we have so much to be thankful for in our country and let’s look at those moments, those tokens of memories that brought us to where we are today, with smiles, with hope, with joy, and yes, with tears.

I’m proud to be an American, are you?

Dedicated to all of those who gave their time; their lives; for our freedom.

God Bless America.

Written by Dee Dee Cooper