Beloved United States, a Work in Progress
We sing beneath these “spacious skies”
where proudly flies
this symbol of
the land we love.
We sing, “God shed His grace on thee,”
land where we’re free,
because the brave,
so much they gave.
“May God thy gold refine,” we sing.
Sweet peace, please bring.
Quoted parts from "America the Beautiful"
June 10, 2021
entered in Brian Strand's All Yours (June 10) contest
Copyright © Janice Canerdy | Year Posted 2021
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