Remembering Family Trees

As a baby,
my freedom was given
lightly like a kiss,
life depending
on a set of
loving parents,
born well after 1776,
I didn’t know what 
history I had missed,
what didn’t kill me
in this century 
blew someone’s
body to bits,
over 230 years  
buried by the past,
I owe my wellbeing 
to some small child 
who grew up as
part of an
so with the deepest 
gratitude and respect,
I celebrate the birth 
of this United States
of America,
and formed for our
may we never forget
the family trees taken
to build this country’s
sound foundation
and ensure    
our safety and success,
planting blessed kisses
atop countless more
precious infants’ heads. 

About tyler4turtles

I am an avid photographer, poet, ecologist, bookworm, blogger, art enthusiast and runner who calls Montana home but lives in Oregon.
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10 Responses to Remembering Family Trees

  1. debcoats says:

    very nice, may I share this on FB… will share your blog page link.

    • Thank you, Paul! We must never forget who fought for our freedom, be it Independence Day, D-Day or on Iwo Jima (where my Grandfather spent his 19th birthday and was fortunate to celebrate many more thereafter). Hope you had a safe and relaxing 4th of July, my friend!
      Tyler 🙂

  2. Bee says:

    Nice, brilliant . I feel like that here too some of the places as a kid where we used to picnic are all gone and monstrous buildings are there in place of beautiful trees

  3. words4jp says:

    absolutely magnificent:)

  4. Gallivanta says:

    A happy and peaceful Fourth of July to you and yours.

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