My Own Small Way

“Show me your garden and I shall tell you what you are.” Alfred Austin

I decided this summer,

As I watched my Flag wave,

I’d save which was once lost,

In my own small way.


With renewed hope and delight,

Plans were laid out,

As I dreamed through the night.


In the cool of the morning,

My work would begin,

Planting and digging were gardens had been.


With the sweat of my brow on 90 degree days,

I’d press through the heat wiping my face.


The moisture of salt mixed with my tears,

Remembering the former beauty of my garden’s earlier years.

“Tears are the summer showers to the soul.” Alfred Austin

Day after day,

Going back out at first light.

I’d press to restore her,

It only seem right.


In her kindness and sweet morning refrain,

She draws me to her moist soil,

As my Flag bravely waves.



“And now, Lord,

what do I wait for?

My hope is in You.”

Psalm 39:7 NKJV


Alfred Austin was an English Poet Laureate in 1896.

Born May 30, 1835-Died June 2, 1913.


Poem and photographs by denisebalogc2021

My Father’s Pride

“America, my Father’s pride.

Oh, how he loved to serve by your side.

Fathers, Sons, and Daughters too,

Laid their lives down to fight for you.

If truth be told, they’d tell you so,

If called to arms, they’d willingly go.

The proud, the strong, integrity bound,

In serving you,

America was found.”

Picture captured of my Dad back in the 70’s. Enlisting at a very early age, he was proud to serve in as a GI Joe in WWII in Germany. After the war he enlisted in the Navy and finished as a Sgt Major in the National Guard.

He taught me to love our Country, our history and never forget the price paid for freedom. This daughter is proud of my Father’s pride.

Happy 4th of July!

God Bless America!

Poem by denisebalog©2016

Beautiful View

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“Out of the ashes,

We gathered despised.

Never again to believe the lies.

Blessed is the view our

Forefathers knew.

Strength and Victory

Belong only to You!”

“Blessed is the Nation whose God is the LORD.” Psalm 33:12

 

Let us not be divided.

Unity!

For we are Americans!


 

Poem by denisebalog©

 

Cast Your Vote American

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“To Vote or not?” I can hear them say.

How can you not cast your vote today?

 

Our Forefathers laid their lives full down.

Cold and hungry Valley Forge found.

Fort McHenry and Francis Scott Key,

Star Spangled Banner his eyes did see.

 

Oh beautiful waves of grain,

The right to VOTE came with pain.

Whether the Vote is red or blue,

Step up and embrace her,

American’s died for you.”

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Poem by denisebalog©

Photos captured at the Vietnam War Memorial in Washington, D.C.

Feature photo of the Lincoln Memorial in Washington, D.C.

Photos by denisebalog©

Washington Rain

Washington Rain
Washington Rain

Rain continues here this morning at my house in the middle of the heartland. Thoughts of tomorrow and our Country fill my mind. I pray you are blessed with a re-post of a poem from a trip to Washington, D.C.


Washington Rain

“Washington in the rain;

I would not refrain,

nor be hesitant to do.

 

The City of White,

a magnificent sight;

she shows off her

red, white and blue.

 

The Monuments too,

reflecting their view,

are seen all around;

their the talk of the town!

 

Sunshine or rain,

the message the same;

AMERICA

May God bless you!”

 

Poem by denisebalog©

Washington Rain

Arrived home safely from early June family vacation in Washington, D.C. Over the next few days, I would like to share some of our reflections and sights.

“Washington in the rain;

I would not refrain,

nor be hesitant to do.

 

The City of White,

a magnificent sight;

she shows off her

red, white and blue.

 

The Monuments too,

reflecting their view,

are seen all around;

their the talk of the town!

 

Sunshine or rain,

the message the same;

AMERICA

May God bless you!”

Poem by denisebalog©