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William Tryon Poem
I SEE AMERICA
I see tall green majestic trees, and fields with warm and fertile soil
I see strong hands grasping simple tools in sincere and honest toil
I see purple mountains majestic peaks, and rolling capping waves
I see broad rivers flow, in valleys green, through golden sunlit haze
Oh Lord God I see America in her golden harvest days!
I see factories with spinning wheels and thundering broad cascades
I see tractors pulling mighty plows through clouds of dust they raise
I see white domed spires reaching high,
And the dusty black round coal miners eye
Oh God thank you for America, holding work and honor high!
I see children standing straight and tall, saluting grand old flag
I see men in arms, they gave it all, with not a one to brag
I see steam fitter, mechanic, electrician, farmer and engineer
And when you raise a flag amongst them, they all shed a tear
For the flag that they all love, and the friends they held so dear
Oh God I see America, standing righteous without fear!
I see many hands upon a shovel, many colors to the hands
I see America bend her back, to work and till her lands
I see the fish bite in the brook, on hot midsummers day
I see the children run and leap, and shout and jump and play
I see her people kneel in church, and then I hear them pray
Oh God we thank you for these blessings, of each and every day!
But, Oh Lord God what is it, that I see this cold new day,
I can’t believe we’d give this up , and simply walk away
From our nation as she once was, before we turned astray,
And lifted up the human mind to rule and lead our way!
Copyright © William Tryon | Year Posted 2023
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William Tryon Poem
Beware
There’s a monster in the coat rack
He snarls and leers at me
Don’t go too close, he’ll sure attack
I was bit upon the knee.
But if you move, real quiet and quick
And part the coats, you’ll see
My little boy Buster, hiding
In the hall coat tree.
Copyright © William Tryon | Year Posted 2023
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