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We hold dear America
Home
The Creators sight
Old Glory stands
Forever last
Never die
This helping hand
To dream the dream of dreams
Mohican tears
These wonderful ones
I go to stay
the journey continues
Let me speak
A world with out trees
A Warriors glory
All is well
Farewell
Storms have been weathered
The codeof a Knight
We hold dear America
You have won
To honor the Oneida Warrior
Until then
You have done well
Lost a good friend
Not to be sold poem
Deadacaded poem
To us did send
Go with God
Forgotten Warrior

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We hold dear

 

Freedom, a subject we know well.

And we will defend it.

Even on to the gates of hell.

 

We stand here to honor those.

Who fought for this right.

Even to the cost of liberty and death.

 

Of this country from day one.

The battles for liberty.

 

Were fought and won.

And we will do so.

Until the last setting of the sun.

 

To our native daughters and sons.

We pass on the light of these noble ones.

For this noble cause that our freedom has won.

 

Yet to this day there are those who say.

What is freedom if we can not go our own way?

But to them I will say, freedom its self.

 

Is a way we must obey.

For freedom lost shall end the days.

We made our laws and to them we must obey.

 

For freedom for one must be freedom for all.

And to this cause we must answer the call.

And noble are these who to this day.

For freedoms light they did fall.

In answer to this noble cause.

 

Give cheer to those we hold dear.

Who to God! Are now near.

Though we shed a tear.

For we love them dear.

For they gave life!

To that of the freedom.

 

We hold dear

©         3/25/03             Robert (Standing Eagle Plume) Jacobs

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