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I saddled up at daybreak,
Headin up the mountain range,
To move cattle to new pastures,
If grazing areas needed change.
The dogs, my horse and I,
Were on the ridge top lookin' round,
For livestock in the openings,
Or any sign that could be found.
When the splendor and the beauty,
Of the early mornin' dawn,
Caused me to count my blessings,
For all the freedoms won.
For the liberties,
Soldiers died for,
So our country could be free,
Far too often we dishonor,
Our own nation's history.
Which brought to mind our troops,
In a hostile foreign land,
Fightin to oust a madman,
The dictator called Saddam.
They're the best of of what we treasure,
Most support them all the way,
In the battle for human freedoms,
That we at home enjoy each day.
There is no place to hide,
No where to safely run,
Terrorists proved by nine-eleven,
The atrocities that can be done.
Our country grants such liberties,
Sometimes trampled on and abused,
By citizens with rights of protest,
So widely covered in the news.
You might mistakenly conclude,
That we're all against this war,
The truth is most support this cause,
When such evil's at the door.
Lord, let our forces understand,
This cowhand's form of demonstration,
Freedom's cost is never too high,
They are the pride of this whole nation!
Copyright ©2003 Claire Hurt. All rights reserved.
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