Here is a little more serious poem. A friend of mine forwarded this to me and i thought it was really good. It reminded me of just how much we owe all the brave men and women who are defending our country, or those who's loved ones are over seas so we can have the freedom and privalge of having our loved ones near. It is really good to stop and think every once in a while about what it took to get us were we are today as a nation. I pray God blesses each one of our soldiers away from home this 4th and comforts their family's. This Fourth of July let's look beyond the food and fireworks and remember the men and women who lived and died to make and keep us FREE.

Freedom Isn't Free

I watched the flag pass by one day
It fluttered in the breeze
A young Marine saluted it,
And then he stood at ease..

I looked at him in uniform
So young, so tall, so proud,
With hair cut square and eyes alert
He'd stand out in any crowd.

I thought how many men like him
Had fallen through the years.
How many died on foreign soil
How many mothers' tears?

How many pilots' planes shot down?
How many died at sea

How many foxholes were soldiers' graves?

No, freedom isn't free

I heard the sound of Taps one night,
When everything was still,
I listened to the bugler play
And felt a sudden chill.

I wondered just how many times

That Taps had meant "Amen,"

When a flag had draped a coffin.
Of a brother or a friend.

I thought of all the children,

the mothers and the wives,

Of fathers, sons and husbands
With interrupted lives.

I thought about a graveyard
At the bottom of the sea
Of unmarked graves in Arlington .

No, freedom isn't free.

Thank You to all our Millitary Past, Present, And Future!

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Ode to an Espresso Bean
By : Assorted Persons

On top of my coffee, all covered with cream
Sat my precious chocolate covered
Espresso bean
When somebody screamed

I threw up my coffee it fell on the floor
And then my espresso bean
Rolled near the door

In came my brother dressed for the beach
And kicked my chocolate covered
Espresso bean
Out of my reach

I got down beside it
And reached out my hand
And then something happened that
I hadn’t planed

A largish type lady sat down with a flop
And then my poor chocolate covered
Espresso bean
Took one giant hop

It fell in a daisy pot on the front stoop
And now my poor chocolate covered
Espresso bean
Is nothing but soup

I scooped it out quickly
It looked rather sad and now my poor
Espresso bean
Taste really bad

Then all of a sudden, to my great surprise
My eyes started popping and
I broke out in hives

I stayed in the hospital for nearly a week
And all of the staff there
Thought I was a geek

When I was discharged I staggered
To the door and
Made up my mind to go back for more