God Bless Our America

Founded for the future,
Of generations to come.
A nation built on freedom,
A place for everyone.

The vision of our ancestors,
Conceived in hopes and dreams.
Born through shear resistance,
Amid heroic means.

Built on truth and justice,
And our forefathers' blood.
Empowered by resilience,
Braced by faith in God.

The shackles of oppression,
Shed courageously.
Brought freedom through aggression,
Forged patriotically.

Tall stands Lady Liberty,
High above the rest.
Welcoming the weary,
Beleaguered and oppressed.

Land so vast and plentiful,
Stretched from sea to sea.
So fertile and so beautiful,
A shroud of sanctity.

Take pride as an American,
In everything you do.
God Bless Our America.
The red, white and blue.


Copyright © July 2011
Kevin Mooney

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Fallen Fathers, Forgotten Sons

As dawn breaks,
The heavens wake,
To earth's new tapestry.

The seeds we've sewn,
The men we've known,
Lie still, prone reverently.

Spirits of those,
That history knows,
Pride buried nationwide.

Our forefather's ghosts,
Our heavenly hosts,
Line meadows and countrysides.

Fallen Fathers,
Forgotten sons,
Fought for you and for me.
Those that died,
Gave their lives,
For honor and liberty.

Fields now lay,
In groomed decay,
Fertilized with the dead.

Lined with stones,
Eternal homes,
Soil hallowed and bravely fed.

Gravestones reveal,
What loved ones feel,
The sacrifices made,

Those won and lost,
The heartfelt costs.
The ultimate prices paid,

Fallen Fathers,
Forgotten sons,
Died with dignity.
Their families cried,
For their unselfish pride,
Their heroic bravery.

For their family,
For their country,
For Generals, Gods and Kings.

Buried deep,
They quietly sleep,
As Angels silently sing.

Some remembered,
Some forgotten,
Some ashes in the wind.

They fought for freedom,
They fought for justice,
Fought so we all could win.

Fallen Fathers,
Forgotten daughters,
Live forever in our hearts and minds.
Our tranquility,
And prosperity,
Are their legacies left behind.

Let's honor those,
Fallen heroes,
Those before us that died.

Bow heads in prayer,
Then silently share,
Our blessings from deep inside.

The men and women,
The sons and daughters,
The husbands and the wives.

Those that suffered,
Died for others.
That so valiantly gave their lives.

Fallen Fathers,
Unforgotten ones,
You are our nation's pride.
Let children sing,
And church bells ring,
Fly Good 'Ole Glory high.

So live forever,
Know things are better,
That your souls are sanctified.

Never fear,
We are always here,
To lay flowers by your side.

Your work is complete,
Now comfortably sleep,
You're remembered through tear stained eyes.

Let Father's who've fallen,
Never be forgotten.
Let their memories be memorialized.

Copyright © May 2010

Kevin Mooney

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Let's All Pause

Let's all pause, give a round of applause,
To those, for us, that serve.
Our reverence,
Our countenance,
Give thanks most well deserved.

Share your love and support,
Praise their gallantry.
Their due respect,
Don't neglect,
Their pride and dignity.

Sing the Anthem, Bang the drums,
Let them know you care.
Form a crowd,
Shout out loud,
Make the world aware.

For Freedom's sake, don't hesitate,
The end is almost near.
The path we choose,
Our attitudes,
Are what control our fears.

Resolve the peace, complete release,
Let's celebrate with praise.
And when it ends
Let's all be friends,
God Bless the USA.

Copyright © April 2010
Kevin Mooney

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Four Faces Carved in Stone

An acrostic...

Brought to life by artistry,
Living, breathing men.
Ancestors that shaped our country,
Changed what they began.
Kings whose nation once relied,
Heroes among their peers.
Icons of days gone by,
Legends through the years.
Lakota Sioux's six grandfathers,
South Dakotas sons.
Intrinsically famed forefathers,
Charles Rushmore's chosen ones.
Once four enigmatic figures.
Now faces carved in stone.



Copyright © February 2010
Kevin Mooney

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It's A Wonderful Place

This piece was written to describe another painting by a favorite local artist of mine. His name is Paul McGehee. Google his work. The detail is amazing. Note the ship in the Potomac at the end of the street. If you look real close, to the left hand side there is a red brick shop that it lit up. That is Paul's Old Town Gallery. This is an acrostic...





On a river wide and deep,

Lined with galleries and specialty shops,

Donned with rich, nautical history,

Tobacco once it's dominant crop.

Originally part of Columbia,

Washington often spoke it's praise,

Northern port of Virginia,

Often guarded in volatile days.

Founded in colonial times,

Today a tourist's delight,

History shines in it's bustled daytime,

Elegance lines it's streets at night.

Potomac's imperial majesty,

Occupant of weathered shores,

Torpedo art and pageantry,

Ordained with restaurants and stores.

Mystically and hauntingly enchanted,

Alexandrian at it's core.

City admired for it's seafaring lore.





Copyright © May 2009

Kevin Mooney



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Heros, Kings and Ghosts

Historically, reverently,
Men of days gone by.
Those with names etched in stone,
For deeds that changed their times.

Men whose nations they preserved,
Who willingly gave their lives.
Fearless men who passionately served,
Whose bravery exemplified.

Men of courage, men of zeal,
On whom their brethren relied.
Men that fought with nerves of steel,
Who led their battle cries.

Sovereignty, dignity,
Casts of immortal men.
Born with innate abilities,
To forge a conceived plan.

Missionaries, visionaries,
Prophets, bards and seers,
Dignitaries, literarys,
Poets and future seekers.

Men with talent, men with skill,
Men with brilliant minds.
With the desire and the will,
To effectively change mankind.

Men preserved in bronze and stone,
Statues and painted hosts.
The solitude of souls atoned,
Heros, Kings and Ghosts.


Copyright © January 2010
Kevin Mooney

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Good Ole Glory

This is an acrostic.


She waves majestically, for freedom's sake,
Takes assorted abuse in tempered wake,
Airs her proud visage, arm draped with care,
Revels the visions our forefathers shared.

Sails upon ships to moons and far lands,
Plays with sports' casts and field marching bands.
Attends the gatherings of worldly events,
Nurtures psalm occasions with symbolic respect.

Grand is her stature in many old songs,
Lovingly displayed amid fourth gathered throngs.
Elevated religiously in dawn's early light,
Drawn half high to honor those that have died.

Billowy striped scarlet caress white wavy lines,
Alabaster stars on blue states its time.
Never unable to share solemn regrets,
Tearfully embrace-ful of war fallen vets.
Eternally grateful to those sacrificed and saved.
Ramparts she's graced and the tombs of the brave.


Copyright © October 2009
Kevin Mooney

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