From Creek Nation’s heartland, they once did depart, The Miccosukee people, with a warrior’s heart. Southward they journeyed, through land and through strife, To Florida’s embrace, seeking new life.
In the swamps and the marshes, where waters do gleam, They found a new home, in the land of their dream. Before it was states, before lines were drawn, They thrived in the wild, in the light of the dawn.
The Indian Wars came, a shadow, a blight, The Miccosukee stood firm, ready to fight. Many were taken, to the West they were sent, But a resolute hundred, to the glades they went.
Mikasuki tongues whispered, through the reeds and the air, In the Everglades vast, they made their lair. Refusing surrender, their spirit unbowed, In the heart of the swamp, they silently vowed.
To endure and to live, with the land and the sky, Underneath the broad wings of the heron’s cry. The Miccosukee’s tale, of strength and of pride, In the heart of the Everglades, they still reside.
In the pouring rain, a gentleman stepped out, From his SUV, with a heart devout. Two kids ahead, one pushing a broken bike, He paused his world, to do what's right.
Drenched in the rain, he knelt down low, Fixed the bike with a gentle glow. Five minutes passed, yet seemed like a while, Kids rode off happy, he left with a smile.
An act of kindness, pure and bright, Lit up the day, in the soft rainlight. A moment so simple, yet deeply profound, He gave us a smile, as love came around.
God makes my little tail wiggle with delight, In the morning's glow, or the soft moonlight. Life's twists and turns, we cannot foresee, Yet love's gentle touch sets our spirits free.
A dog’s love, pure and true, like heaven’s grace, Brings joy to our hearts, a warm embrace. They teach us kindness, patience, and care, In their eyes, we find a love so rare.
Through wagging tails and playful barks, They light up our lives, leave lasting marks. They give us love, unconditionally, And we return it, naturally.
But there's more to this bond, so deep and strong, In their presence, we feel we belong. For in loving them, we learn to be kind, To open our hearts, and broaden our mind.
God’s hand in each moment, subtle yet clear, Through the love of a dog, He draws us near. They make us better, their love is divine, In their company, God’s blessings shine.
So, cherish each moment, each wag of the tail, For in loving them, we can never fail. God makes my little tail wiggle, it's true, Through the love of a dog, His love shines through.
There was a young man who returned from war, Called home to his mother, his voice raw and sore. "I'm back in the States, Mom, I'm finally here." Her heart leapt with joy, her eyes filled with cheer.
"I'm preparing a feast, all your favorites, dear." He said, "Mom, I'd like to bring a friend near." "Of course, son," she said, "That's wonderful news." But he had more to share, his tone somber, subdued.
"My friend lost his eye in the midst of the fight." "That's no problem, son," she answered, polite. "There's another thing, Mom, he lost his right leg." "That's a bit harder, but we'll make it," she said.
"One more thing, Mom, his right arm's gone too." She paused, then replied, "We'll manage for you." "But, Mom," he continued, "I promised he'd stay." Her voice grew uncertain, "Son, not in that way."
"We can't handle that, it's too much to bear, The costs and the strain, it wouldn't be fair." He replied softly, "I'll tell him, it's fine." The next day, the news left her heart in a bind.
Her son took his life, the burden too great, The friend he spoke of was his own broken state. He sought understanding, a place to belong, But faced with rejection, he couldn't stay strong.
Now she lives with the guilt, the echoing pain, Wishing she'd seen past his words to his strain. A lesson in love, in acceptance so true, For every soldier, and the battles they go through.
Freedom is never free, A truth through history we see. Each generation, brave and bold, Must fight anew for rights of old.
In fields and streets, on land and sea, Men and women strive to keep us free. With courage, they stand against the night, For liberty, they wage the fight.
Sacrifices made, the price they pay, To guard the freedoms we hold today. For every inch of ground reclaimed, For every victory proudly named.
We honor those who faced the foe, In their footsteps, we too must go. For freedom’s flame, they lit the way, A torch we carry, come what may.
Let us remember, never forget, The debt we owe, the vows we've met. For freedom's song, a legacy, Each generation's guarantee.
