There’s nothing like it in the world; it is our flag, Old Glory!It well could be the focal point for any storyThat has to do with our existence from the start,Where it gives patriotism, dedication, heartIt symbolizes who we are, a trait we earn;Our faith in it is evident at...
This day is set aside for those who died in war;To pay them homage and respect for sacrifice and more.This day should be one where we try to reach and touchBecause, not having been in war, you really don’t know much.For instance, take the veteran who has a Purple Heart;What...
No matter how you look at it, we have been through a lot;To see something like this occurring, no one would have thought.In fact, it hit us in the face much like a thrown pie;And we were not prepared for it, that no one can deny.At first, consensus thought that...
I think it sensible, and long past due, to seeThat female warriors, the Amazons, can beDefinitively acknowledged to be real, not myth,Where actual remains show what we’re dealing with.I guess it rests on how you view the female clan;In many ways they are the equal to a man.Accepting the vast...
Think back along your younger years, on what you did;Perhaps as far back as when you were just a kid.Most likely you lived through those years with one concern’Yourself! Intent only on what you had to learn.And everything outside that field was hardly touched at all;Some grudgingly, so few things...
You were all set on doing something when your Mom said “No!”Then all the gripes and moans and pleading didn’t do a thing.You knew that you were right…besides, what did your Mother know?An even bet, this dialogue has a familiar ring. But what your Mother “knew”, most likely, was experience.And...
When you-know-what has hit the fan,You have two choices—picking one;You get to work, do what you can;Or choose to panic, start to run. Some people pause, think what to do;But not to help, solution spinned;But they will sound good—(nothing new)—Essentially a bag of wind. But then, when things go bad...
I’d like to thank all those whose first thought is to give;The ones who auction their own lives so others live.There is but one descriptive term–humanities!It is not done to garner praises aimed to please.There is a crisis, there is need, that’s all she wrote.There is no greater accolade we...
April is National Poetry Month, and kids can show that they count in their community by submitting poems to the Aurora Public Library (APL) children’s poetry contest, Community Counts! The census-themed contest invites children in grades three through six to submit original, unpublished poems for an opportunity to win fun...
This human life has factions far beyond the norm; Like where two people meet, a bonding starts to form. And, if that bonding’s meant to be, you’ll often find That each one will, quite often, read the other’s mind. To one, the other’s comment came out of the blue; So...
The big bad wolf could learn from us— Without a lot of needless fuss; We seniors surely know enough To show him how to huff and puff! But, at the same time, Heaven knows, There’s something else we should propose— That what he’s after, after all, Won’t go well with...
You know the average Leprechaun is small; The average just above your knee is all. In every other aspect though you’d see They are like us in their anatomy. There are some differences, like pointed ears, But nothing obvious, so it appears. Their craftiness and penchant to connive Have been...
In celebration of National Poetry Month, April, the Fox Valley Music Foundation will be host to a call for poems. This call is open to any student writer, kindergarten through college, currently residing in the Fox Valley region of Illinois. Submission deadline is 5 p.m., March 31. No exceptions! Each...
Back when we, as a nation, first began Already, as a people, quite dispersed. The Irish were disparaged to a man, Considered, on the social scale, the worst. When common labor beckoned, slaves were sought; But slave owners said No!, with sullen ring. “Our slaves are worth more than what...
VIII. By Fermina Ponce The blacks of my land hurt from oblivion, my ancestors reel under their ebony headstones. The elders and the children seem to vanish in a needless death, wide hips are said to have tired of birthing smiles and there is no respite in pearl grins. The...
However short or long your lifetime is right now There have been some events of which you’ve made a vow You do not want, in any sense, to see again,, At any time, no matter what, or where, or when. The strange part is, each of them will but fade...
It’s time we came to grips with how we came to be; We did not get to be a nation by decree– Our war for Independence did not do the act; We weren’t coerced, we were not forced, and that’s a fact. Our Constitution took a great amount of time...
To most of you, what’s said here won’t mean anything, To others, it will bring back haunting memories. There are those episodes in every life which sting Each time they are remembered, doomed to never cease. In looking back, each one will violate the norm; What you feel would be...
When you were just a kid, with all that childhood stuff, Were you aware you were a diamond in the rough And, like a diamond, measured for potential worth, A lengthy process that began before your birth. But this does not relate to fame and fortune here; Your “average” life...
I know that Christmas is long gone—a memory; But something happened then that’s still dumbfounding me. My daughter had become a problem months before, And every day since then had been a constant war. It seemed that nothing that we tried did any good; And, believe me, we did everything...
