
“And the rocket’s red glare…”
In a wide-eyed gaze he stared
heard the sounds of cannon and musket
“the bombs bursting in air”
paradise was obliterated
swatting at bugs, ignoring the moist stench
“Gave proof through the night”
trudged forward into a world resembling a mirage
life was put on hold by madness
“That our flag was still there”
he shook himself back to reality
freedom comes with a cost
Happy Forth of July to my fellow countrymen

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Thank you for visiting Moondustwriter. One of the many exciting things I've had the honor of doing is writing with an E. African team that is developing elementary curriculum for African children. As a writer, it is a thrill to help children (on all continents) who want to learn.
I've been part of the blogging community for more than 10 years. Some old timers may remember the award winning (2011 Twitter Shorty ) blog community - One Stop Poetry. I was the co-producer of that fast growing blog community.
I am a published writer, poet, artist and photographer. I have written, as well as edited, for periodicals, radio, blogs and fellow writers.
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Alas the cost is not to those who should pay.
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indeed “sigh”
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Hi Moondust … just wish we didn’t need to pay – freedom should be free … all the very best – Hilary
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Freedom, fills a realm that others seek; we strive to protect.
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