A poem by Isabelle Sorrells
Our predecessors went through so much,
Failed many times
So they could achieve the freedoms of humanity,
All for their children’s sake.
We are their children – one family from many places –
And we are free.
What is there not to be proud of?
Our faults compared to our successes –
There isn’t much.
I am proud to be a patriot
And I am proud to be an American.
When all seems lost,
And we begin to bleed –
This country founded on trust in God –
The American spirit always prevails.
I believe in America, and there are more who do than those who don’t.