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THE PATRIOT The patriot stood silently and Looked out the window to the street below; Saw the young men gather, carrying their guns. With a heavy sigh, he turned to go. He knew the toll would be too high; Yet freedom was depending on each one To fight the good fight, to live or die, And they rode out with the setting sun. The year was 1776, a window Opened into the past - And today, in 2003, it seems That war may always last. The patriot stands silently Sighs a heavy sigh, it is meant to be. Looking out the window once more Sees the young men marching off to war. Then the sound of planes is heard; The sound of bombs cuts off the words As he shouts to the men to take cover, Much too late, he will discover That in the future in a window stands A patriot who, with a heavy sigh, Will turn away to join his men Who fight for freedom, to live or die. Countrymom 6/29/03
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