A SALUTE TO OLD GLORY

I'm always at every Ballgame And at all our holiday parades too; I enjoy the bright airy spaces ----And rambling skies of blue. I'm officially present for funerals In fact, I go almost every day; I stand tall but silently alone As others bow their hearts to pray. I go off to all foreign battlefields Where my country's brave have been; I stand erect in school classrooms ----As diverse students all file in. Although I'm not high maintenance I remain fabulously First Class---- My colors of Red,White and Blue ---Are absolutely eternally priceless. I stand strong for American freedoms For all citizens---old and newborn too; My official name is still OLD GLORY --I'll fly forever courageously for you! 2013 by Douglas Raymond Rose Member Academy of American Poets

POWER OF PENTECOST

Pentecost is the fiery breath of God Breathing out to win the lost; In the Book of Acts they received Power The Eternal Power of Pentecost In the Upper Room they all waited Soon came the sound of mighty rushing wind; Tongues of fire fell down upon them As the Lord promised He would send. Pentecost is all about receiving Awesome passionate Power from above Power to live the overcoming life Full of proclaiming Peace, Joy and Love. We Salute the great Power of Pentecost Let's help spread the gospel Good News; Come sweet Holy Spirit we need you Empower us all ages--you and me too. 2013 by Douglas Raymond Rose Member Academy of American Poets

Tuesday, May 14, 2013

MOTHERS ARE NATIONAL TREASURES

"I have eyes in the back of my head: My dear Mother used to say; A Mother knows and understands What a child does not even say/ A Mother's arms are made for tenderness Loving ears for compassionate care; Her dancing eyes are eager to observe What truly is happening there. Her grand heart is ever open All 24 hours of every day A Mother knows and understands What her child does not even say. Her wise advice follows her children All along life's bustling way; Understanding mothers are National Treasures May God Bless all our dear Mothers today. 2013 by Douglas Raymond Rose Member Academy of American Poets