Hearts over America are troubled and weary;
Some aching, some gloomy and sad.
Giving thanks may be hard for a home that has loaned
A son or a husband –or dad.
Let us stay , though , and muse on those other Thanksgivings,
When Peace from her throne ruled our land:
We thanked God for the calm and the strength of America,
And prayed they’d endure, hand in hand.
We were proud of our Fathers, all the way to the Pilgrims,
Who paid for our Peace with their lives;
We frowned upon War, but our hearts had to tell us:
“That’ s the price, for the land that survives.”
Now, it’s our turn to pay for those tranquil Thenksgivings,
And for those our descendants shall know;
Let’s be grateful, America, and cancel our debt ,
That Freedom shall flourish and grow.
Hearts over America are care-worn and strained ,
They’re worried and tired; but they’re true–
For we’re thankful we’re fighting, since battle we must ,
On the side of the Red, White and Blue.
(Written for a contest–we’ll never
hear from it again–Oct. 12-14-: 1943
(in pencil:) RIGHT! – 1950!!
by Ray Romine Thursday, October 14, 1943
