Here is another poem for you reading pleasure.
A Taste of Something,
Can you taste it?
It is in the summer winds blowing from the ocean. It is found from the warmth of the sun beating upon
your skin as you lay on the sandy sands.
It is something that lingers at the parks as people gather around the grill, to taste the delight of the chicken basting in BBQ sauce, hamburgers, hot dogs, and their plates are filled with salads, chips and other tasty delights. The coolers are filled with piles of ice to keep the soft drinks, bottle water, beer and other quenching liquids of gold ready to cure the thirst.
Can you taste it?
Every Sunday you dress in your best suit or dress and gather with other families. The morning is filled beautiful hymns, prayers, and teachings from the good book. People are sharing their lives with one other. Hugs and kisses are in order of the day. We embrace each other under the roof of worship. A potluck lunch and kids playing the games
Everything is perfect.
Can you taste it?
Every man, woman, and child awakes each day to greet the day with the same total hours, opportunities, and hope. No less and no more, but an equal amount of time for each person to build their dreams, hopes, and ambitions.
Can you taste it?
It is the young men and to don the uniform and grab that weapon and stand guard for each of us to enjoy the privilege of saying and doing what ever our hearts content. We all can drive what ever car we choose, watch what ever we want, earn what ever amount of money we choose to work for assemble with people at any time, to worship to whom ever we choose too. We can complain or motivates all in the same breath.
Can you taste it?
It is the taste of freedom and hope. The ability to choose what ever lifestyle we like. We all live under a system that is built on sound principles and God given rights. It is the taste of freedom that has been paid in blood of our young adults who are members of the armed forces who stand guard against the evils of the world.
Taste the freedom and do not forget the price has been paid over and over.
A Taste of Something,
Can you taste it?
It is in the summer winds blowing from the ocean. It is found from the warmth of the sun beating upon
your skin as you lay on the sandy sands.
It is something that lingers at the parks as people gather around the grill, to taste the delight of the chicken basting in BBQ sauce, hamburgers, hot dogs, and their plates are filled with salads, chips and other tasty delights. The coolers are filled with piles of ice to keep the soft drinks, bottle water, beer and other quenching liquids of gold ready to cure the thirst.
Can you taste it?
Every Sunday you dress in your best suit or dress and gather with other families. The morning is filled beautiful hymns, prayers, and teachings from the good book. People are sharing their lives with one other. Hugs and kisses are in order of the day. We embrace each other under the roof of worship. A potluck lunch and kids playing the games
Everything is perfect.
Can you taste it?
Every man, woman, and child awakes each day to greet the day with the same total hours, opportunities, and hope. No less and no more, but an equal amount of time for each person to build their dreams, hopes, and ambitions.
Can you taste it?
It is the young men and to don the uniform and grab that weapon and stand guard for each of us to enjoy the privilege of saying and doing what ever our hearts content. We all can drive what ever car we choose, watch what ever we want, earn what ever amount of money we choose to work for assemble with people at any time, to worship to whom ever we choose too. We can complain or motivates all in the same breath.
Can you taste it?
It is the taste of freedom and hope. The ability to choose what ever lifestyle we like. We all live under a system that is built on sound principles and God given rights. It is the taste of freedom that has been paid in blood of our young adults who are members of the armed forces who stand guard against the evils of the world.
Taste the freedom and do not forget the price has been paid over and over.