If You Must Fight For Country

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If You Must Fight For Country

If you must fight for country, lad, be brave.
March straight in tracks that former troops have trod.
Do not let those who hate you choose your grave.

Our country is our home that we must save
from hands of men who turn cold hearts to God.
If you must fight for country, lad, be brave.

The enemy may capture you to rave
of bold attempts to break you like a rod.
Do not let those who hate you choose your grave.

Raise high “The Stars and Stripes” to watch her wave
in triumph, give your firm salute and nod.
If you must fight for country, lad, be brave.

The steps you take must make boot prints to pave
the winding route for future men to plod.
Do not let those who hate you choose your grave.

To keep our country’s freedom that we crave,
some died—they now lie deep beneath the sod.
If you must die for country, lad, be brave.
Do not let those who hate you choose your grave.

 

© 2014 Freeda Baker Nichols

 

 

With Honor I Salute America

Flag of the U.S.A.With Honor I Salute America

With honor I can stand, salute the flag,
feel happy that I live where we are free.
I can be humble if I wish, or brag
of lands that lie in splendor by the sea.
I can condemn or praise our president
as he proceeds with plans not guaranteed.
I may support his cause without comment,
or bellow loudly that I’ve disagreed.
And as I worship in my church of choice
on Sundays when the sun breaks out to shine,
I pray with gratitude as I rejoice
to claim this costly freedom that is mine.
May Glory ever wave atop her stand
in every yard across my country land.

© 2014, Freeda Baker Nichols

 

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Autumn Preparation

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Autumn Preparation

Autumn skies are dripping gray.
The leaves are bleeding brown.
Green-hulled black walnuts are dropping
like heaps of hail hammering down.

Red squirrels are packing nuts
for winter days ahead.
As for me, I just turned up
the thermostat to my waterbed.

©2014 Freeda Baker Nichols

 

A Villanelle

PLANEBETRAYED

Your face is ever on my mind.
I am alone both day and night
since you have left me far behind.
There is no new love I can find,
no one to calmly hold me tight;
your face is ever on my mind.
To be alone I do not mind
although I feel a helpless fright
since you have left me far behind.
No one will ever be as kind
as you, my love, sweet dove in flight –
your face is ever on my mind.
Just like the ivy leaves entwined,
my heart is now a tangled sight,
since you have left me far behind.
How can I trust mere words to bind
when your love died like candlelight?
Your face is ever on my mind
since you have left me far behind. Continue reading