To celebrate this year’s fourth of July, I thought I’d post a couple of my patriotic poems. The first one is an acrostic (one of my favorite forms) and the second is blank verse and the third free verse. I’ve also included a couple of links to some YouTube videos of patriotic poems I found interesting, read by John Wayne and Johnny Cash.
Here’s wishing you and yours a wonderful fourth of July celebration.
May God continue to bless America!
Join in the celebration! The grand old
Union is having another birthday.
Long live freedom!
You won’t find a
Finer country than
Ours, where liberty flies proud
Under fifty white stars and thirteen
Red, and white stripes.
There’s no better reason for celebration.
Here’s to America!
Long may She reign!
From Season’s Reflections Chapbook
Catherine Castle ©
Old Glory flies at the edge of the shore,
her red and white stripes snapping side to side
against the blue morning sky. Seeing her
vivid colors sets my heart beating with
pride and patriotism. Did she send the
same awe into the first Americans
when they saw her flying freely? When
weary wanderers see her on the water’s
edge, do they draw a breath of joy upon
reaching the end of a long hard journey
seeking freedom, or new life dreams, or rest
from persecution, or an new homeland?
Can you live in this county and not feel
pride for Old Glory? Her stars are beacons
of hope. Her stripes pay homage to those who
sacrificed so that we who follow might
recognize what she personifies and
what freedom costs. When I see the stars
and stripes fly free in the morning’s crisp air,
I pray, “Long may Old Glory wave in the
home of the free and of the brave.”
– Catherine Castle ©
jutting from the ground, black
granite commands hushed tones.
even birds obey as
tear-stained faces search carved
names with anxious fingers.
i looked for a school friend,
a vibrant boy who left
for war so long ago.
had he returned alive
or in a flag-draped box?
thousands of names to search.
millions of tears shed on
cold, unforgiving stone.
a woman with sad eyes
showed me a book of names.
i searched the book for Dave
and wept for joy that one
young man i knew had not
died on vietnam soil.
—Catherine Castle © 2014
Do you have a favorite patriotic poem?