4th
of July Proud!
Patriotic-Cadenced Heartbeats
(a song)
Staccato-tempo
pulses heart-chords true
Waves proud
unfurled red, white and blue
From infant
innocence grasped family cue
Breathed
tradition-liberty-freedom he drew
Soft
“Patriotic-Cadenced Heartbeats” knew
Taw-head boy’s
hand in Dad’s viewed July 4th parade yonder
Crowd-lined Main
St. celebrates holiday Homecoming wonder
Flowered floats
with pretty girls waving coquettishly
Uniformed bands
precision-cadence march prophetic-ly
For father,
brother, uncle, son a glisten-tear upon yon tender cheek
Surrendered all
for National-Pride, forever tall, the country’s meek
In innocent
vision clear, Dad’s salute to flag is formed
Emulates the
adoring child as a tradition-love is borned
Staccato-tempo
pulses heart-chords true
Waves proud
unfurled red, white and blue
From infant
innocence grasped family cue
Breathed
tradition-liberty-freedom he drew
Soft
“Patriotic-Cadenced Heartbeats” knew
Studied hard,
learned well: math, English, valued history
Contemplated
natural life, challenged religious-mystery
We the people
voted good men President numbers to forty-four
Office demanded,
was freely granted, loyal respect and more
Of five worthy
presidents loved Jefferson’s vocabulary
Save four, the
rest deserved scrutiny by the constabulary
Virtue country
leaders “Teddy”, JFK, Reagan and “Old Hickory”
Mere flawed men
who cherished US first and most, I surely see
Kissed first
love at twelve behind the shadowed bandstand
Returned his
love, bore his child, no hypocritic grandstand
Donned the
colors, off to war, faced honor-true responsibility
Served brave
while honing sacred independent-individuality
Staccato-tempo
pulses heart-chords true
Waves proud
unfurled red, white and blue
From infant
innocence grasped family cue
Breathed
tradition-liberty-freedom he drew
Soft
“Patriotic-Cadenced Heartbeats” knew
Hot brick oven
rushes close in verdant emerald jungle green
Idealist-young
beret descends hellish red clay fire-fight scene
A hundred
honor-challenged, of only three successes, one was he
Under white
billowed canvas rifle clutched, chose a hero-man to be
Wonder if the
patriotic beat drums loud proudly in his ears
Wonder if silver
wings upon young chest quell his war-fears
Freedom flickers
in bright eye betrays true pride he knows
Ideology unique!
Special Forces-“In your face!” He chose
Staccato-tempo
pulses heart-chords true
Waves proud
unfurled red, white and blue
From infant
innocence grasped family cue
Breathed
tradition-liberty-freedom he drew
Soft
“Patriotic-Cadenced Heartbeats” knew
Years ahead in
warm summer’s June-time Homecoming parade
A young child
stands by parents honor-proud, no mock charade
His tender heart
reverberates a pounding drumbeat calling song
Varied faces,
same ole places, a decade born, wild-lived, soon gone
“Where was my
honor-won parade?” Proud father-soldier sadly laments
Another time?
Another place? Crisp salutes Old Glory! Humble relents
Soft tender
touch upon broad shoulder from adoring lovely wife
Caressed away
nightmare spirit-demons; shared lonely vacant strife
Staccato-tempo
pulses heart-chords true
Waves proud
unfurled red, white and blue
From infant
innocence grasped family cue
Breathed
tradition-liberty-freedom he drew
Soft
“Patriotic-Cadenced Heartbeats” knew
An old man
totters as yesteryears soldiers smartly march past
Shaky hand
salutes his proud flag! Wonders: How can it last?
Spectators stand
urged by Traditions hard-won spark
Candle-comfort
flame beckons sad world lost in dark
Declared sparkle
in the elder clear blue orbs, intelligent
Bridged river deep, challenged mountain high,
significant
Reflections of
such time-mirage suggest offered ambition
His parade is
past to march in ’morrow’s famed Tradition
Staccato-tempo
pulses heart-chords true
Waves proud
unfurled red, white and blue
From infant
innocence grasped family cue
Breathed tradition-liberty-freedom he drew
Soft
“Patriotic-Cadenced Heartbeats” knew
And, in that
awesome-wondered life is found
Adventure-world
discovery awaits un-bound
Dare satiate
spirit hunger need in unabated courage wild
Wear
“Cool”-mantle proud-displayed by “meek and mild”
On Liberty Hill,
gold Freedom torch-flame flicker-beckons
Love me tender!
Defend me true! Patriotic reason-reckons
Staccato-tempo
pulses heart-chords true
Waves proud
unfurled red, white and blue
From infant
innocence grasped family cue
Breathed tradition-liberty-freedom he drew
Soft
“Patriotic-Cadenced Heartbeats” knew
Happy Birthday!
America! Red, white and blue proud waves unfurled
Our home! Our
love! Constitution-law upheld in sacred honor swirled
Found freedom
bound sweet liberty; best of the best in this wide world!
Happy Birthday!
America! Red, white and blue waves proud unfurled
Our home! Our
love! Constitution-law upheld in sacred honor swirled
Found freedom
bound sweet liberty; best of the best in this wide world!
Staccato-tempo
pulses heart-chords true
Waves proud
unfurled red, white and blue
From infant
innocence grasped family cue
Breathed tradition-liberty-freedom he drew
Soft
“Patriotic-Cadenced Heartbeats” knew
Happy Birthday!
America! Red, white and blue waves proud unfurled
Our home! Our
love! Constitution-law upheld in sacred honor swirled
Found freedom
bound sweet liberty; best of the best in this wide world!
Amen! To that!
Amen! Again!
Red! White! Blue! Waves melody-cadenced “Tradition”! Amen!
Plus:
Day 201
To wake Becky in
the morning, it took every critter
on the
farm---Tiger came into her bed and meowed and
Dad chased him
out---Brandy came in and barked and
Dad chased her
out---Spot came in to Baaa-Baaa and
Dad chased him
out---Lady came in and neighed and
Nuzzled her and
Dad chased her out! Whew!
Okay!
So Lady Candice Leah had (3) kids---I can’t help it…being a “kid” is more fun!
I tried
(I think) to be “responsible- mature- adult” once or twice---I didn’t like it!
So, one fine day I find myself in a “bigger”
body but still with a “tiny” mind with a wife, two kids, a mortgage, a (Oh!
God! No! Not that) a “j – o – b”!
But---I don’t think like an “adult”!
I am so busy “enjoying” my life that I simply
can’t bring myself to ruin the fun! Sorry!
Becky was always difficult to awaken in the
morning. (Wonder where she got that trait? Hmm?) My dad never seemed to enjoy
sleeping late---therefore, he decided…neither did I!
I made (make) a game of everything, I reckon that’s so. When it came time to get
Rachel up for the day, I would sneak into her bedroom and pounce on her bed
with barks, meows, neighs, baas, hoot owl calls, chicken cackles, duck quacks
and any other “idiocy” I could muster.
As each “wild” beast accosted little Becky, I chased them away; another quickly
appeared!
She relished her “old man’s” kid-mannerisms.
We can celebrate absolutely anything,
any time. That seems to be what “life” is all about. I can be adult-serious or
child-happy? Hmm!
So, we play our little games; adults frown
derisively; children laugh freely! Hmm! Again.
I am “simple” by nature (maybe especially “of
mind”---okay!) but, I sure enough enjoy Life!
If I
have anything more to offer in this life than a rebel, rascal, rogue
attitude---It is…Love!
If you can’t get there---too bad for you! If
you “get” it…what are you doing today? Call me!
Yeah! We play our silly little games and look
like an idiot! So---what?
“What other people think of me---is…none of my
business!”
Actor: James
Cavezil
Ah! Cookie Jar Sweet “wild-animal” Memories!
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