Following is about
God who is great.
God is great giant
with commandments compliant
on Christ reliant
love our new nation
worship with congregation
need education
Following is about Hutchinson
who wrote book about Trump.
what she wrote was great
to read book can hardly wait
things together mate
when book would occur
with her story were not sure
who was publisher
way story will end
friend of a friend of a friend
what she w1ould intend
so many things knows
which she will want to expose
write book would propose
To reach my son, you take the Hutch*
To exit 29.
His town is listed, bold and bright,
Right on the exit sign.
So it was quite a big surprise,
A month or two ago,
To see that exit 18
Was the way that we should go.
The highway numbers all were changed
Without a heads-up call,
The reason why a mystery,
Our need to know quite small.
My brain’s been programmed all these years
To 29, but now,
I have to cross some wires -
How I wish that I knew how!
*Hutchinson River Parkway
Sons Of Liberty
Samuel Adams was a most wanted man
In pre American tyrannical land
In insane taxes the colonies drown
They were indentured servants to the crown
The Redcoat aggression showed no remorse
Brotherhood was formed to fight back with force
Chorus
Hail, hail, the Sons Of Liberty
Hail, hail, revolution without impunity
Hail, hail, The Sons Of Liberty
Hail, hail show no amiability
Smuggling wine to the secret of the coin
Enmity burned over the Boston massacre
drawn to the resistance, patriots would join
Boston Tea party struck back at the master
Hancock and Revere, they took to the gun
The Sons fought fearlessly at Lexington
Chorus
Would secretly meet at the liberty tree
fabric they torn,new nation is born
They set the stage to the road to be free
fiery inferno, for Hutchinson foe
patriot or terrorist introspective
hero's who attain patriotic objective
chorus(2)
Terrific Trip
Gotta get a long little doggie
Am making way to Muskogee
And will be there next day
My great guitar will play.
While we were in Wichita,
Just saw my ma and pa
And when we left again
Ended up in Hutchinson.
One more song sang so freely
Found way to great Greeley
Saw mountain tops all white
Disappearing into the night.
Continued on and did battle
All the way to Seattle
Continued on Westward bound
And Pacific heard its sound.
It sure was a terrific trip
Into past things did slip
After seeing a new dawn
To heaven I had gone.
James Thomas Horn, Retired Veteran
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Thomas Hutchinson noted the saying
Most Indians used barter for paying
The message is spoken
Exchange for a token
Indians dislike this write
Oft times it has been my desire to behold,
the Beatific Vision of Whom I have been told.
An aspiration of soul that lives and moreover grows,
here on the shores, where the Indian River flows.
Perhaps the thoughts and prayers of millions for eons and ages,
being penned via muse into these rippling, luculent pages,
tend to draw even more from dreamers such as stand now here,
on it's sandy shore,.. spirits screaming far to the One so near.
Within, I think I know these prayers of longing are not in vain,
for fain they flow back to Genesis from whence they came,
to give back with interest in a life long learned love flood,
what we've been given strained though sweat, joy, tears and blood.
On it goes, brimming with dreams, prayers and muse for ages and again a time,
flowing ever growing, and knowing Love, Eternity, and Truth.. are ever Thine.
Note:
The Indian River is an inlet for the Atlantic ocean coursing between Hutchinson Island and
Florida's eastern coast.
Wasted breath upon my chest
Your apologetic cries vacant of truth
A phallic way, you try to impel my thoughts
Masquerading the factualism behind it all
A charlatan, a cheat you are
Diluding the actions of your sins
Presiding yourself as the victim
Another long-winded,air-castle dream
I just wasn't enough to sate your needs
Your parsimonious goals
To the arms of another you fled
Painted on pleasantries,diveying your role
Turning my life into a dispondent mess
Forgiveness will never fall from these lips
Your fate lies within far worse hands
I will no longer cry desolate tears
You will know my woes,feel my anguish
The haunting of what could have been will
Sit upon your doorstep as a reminder.....
Goodbye my misery.
A. J. Parisien-Hutchinson
Copyright ©2006 A. Joy Parisien-Hutchinson
Darkness ended that tearful day
Every heart torn, united to pray
Devastation seemed to have stripped all our dreams
Our loved ones we lost, a tragedy unforseen
Each child, each parent, friend or foe
What happened in thier last moments... we'll never know
But, as terror and panic engulfed our very land
God gave us the strength to have the upper hand
We came together as a whole, one nation we rose
Never giving up, merged in love, spirit and soul
So when you think back on this day, with heavy heart and tears
Memories will stay with us, and keep those we lost so dear......
No more fear...
A. Parisien-Hutchinson
Copyright ©2006 A. Parisien-Hutchinson
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