Free Spirits

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.

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