From the rhythm to which every poet's heart beats, To the poems and words, to me are such feats, From ...
She waves majestically, for freedom's sake, Takes assorted abuse in tempered wake, Airs her proud visage, arm draped with care, ...
It was a quiet night in D.C. Ford's theater was packed, who would have thought that Lincoln would be attacked? ...
We all raised a glass to The Albion And the liquor shot down our throats, A trailing stream of emptiness ...
Pray for the soldier Who trains in the trees. The burden they carry Would bring us to our knees. Pray ...
Walk amongst the creatures And seek the Timeless Melody That whistles within the shores of The Albion. Chatter from them ...
Whether named or still unknown In places where our flag has flown, Do lay the brave, in humble grave, And ...