We can.

It seems that through all the changes in my life recently, I have reawakened my writing bug. So far so good, it's nice to have this creative outlet back. I dedicate this particular piece to all my family who have served and are serving still our beautiful country. Thank you for giving of yourselves to protect and serve this place we call home, and thanks to those who stayed home and supported them in their call to serve.

We can.


When we've gathered to the church in spring,

then sat on a porch in summer.

Gone rolling round the leaves of autum,

and placed the star atop a christmas tree.


We do because we can,

we can, because we're FREE.

The price was high and the soldiers did go,

alone and fierce they kept the foes away.

This land is home and our home we love,

but our peace does not come easy.

Sacrifice required of all who hear the call to arms.

They know the danger, know the strife.

Yet chose to go, so we all might stay,

never seeing the other way.

Green, the gentle spring goes orange at heat of summer.

Drifting, red leaves from fall go out upon the deafening whites of winter.

Gone and gone again, going on before.

We live because we can
and we can because we're FREE.

Our home is here and here we love.

In peace at home we'll keep.