Love Of Country

I am dead for love of country
A keeper of the flame
Stretch out to all the others
That fell in freedoms name

Said Hello to Patrick Henry
Shook hands with Dr. King
Broke bread with all my brothers
Who paid for freedoms ring

All lives through the ages
The sum of human kind
Fill tomes of manys pages
But seldom you will find

Men who fought for freedom
On someone elses shore
End the Tyrant’s season
Without the taste of war

In oath we lose our brothers
And many more will die
For our love of counrty
Is our freedoms battle cry

~m@c~

Sorry it should read “without a taste for war”

Buddy, can you spare a possessive apostrophe?

Sure my friend since I’ve seemed to have horded a few :smack: