Posted by Brad Osborne on December 29, 2022 · 6 Comments
Oh, how fragile,
A house of glass,
From sea to shining sea…
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Posted by Brad Osborne on July 25, 2022 · 13 Comments
Ancient language torn from their heads,
Proud native beliefs, forcefully bled…
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Posted by Brad Osborne on July 17, 2022 · 19 Comments
Were wrapped in greedy wishes,
And fingers crossed on hands…
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Posted by Brad Osborne on January 26, 2022 · 14 Comments
Oh, how fragile,
A house of glass,
From sea to shining sea…
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Posted by Brad Osborne on July 12, 2021 · 14 Comments
Ancient language torn from their heads,
Proud native beliefs, forcefully bled…
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Posted by Brad Osborne on February 18, 2021 · 22 Comments
Swaddled in a fledgling nation,
Where brave dead gave her hope…
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Posted by Brad Osborne on January 30, 2021 · 10 Comments
Oh, how fragile,
A house of glass,
From sea to shining sea…
Filed under Poetry · Tagged with America, blessed, democracy, forefathers, fragile, nation, one peoples, poem, Poetry, politics, respect, strict form poetry, tyranny, United States, unity
Posted by Brad Osborne on August 22, 2020 · 18 Comments
Were wrapped in greedy wishes,
And fingers crossed on hands…
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