Timeless Treasure

From the bottom of an aged stack of papers, I found this treasure. A poem written and typed by my great great great uncle. This treasure will be cherished and framed. I didn’t have my camera with me, but I had my cell phone. As I decided to capture it, I saw the flag which covered my grandfathers casket just months ago, which made the perfect accent for this photo. And of all days, to discover it on Presidents’ Day. Here’s to the legacies.



You ask what America means to me. I’ll try to explain how it seems to me.

A famous poet, Sir Walter Scott
Had the right idea, and hit the spot
when he wrote these lines – – – – –

“Breathes there a man with soul so dead
Who never to himself hath said,
This is my own, my native land.”

America means a freedom of life.
America means a freedom from strife.
My land the home of the brave and free
Abounding with liberty from sea to sea.
Where the rich or the poor may each have a share
Of health and happiness garnered there.

The right to work and the right to save,
The right to freedom our fore-fathers gave
The right to conscience, To worship God.
And to follow the paths our Fathers trod.
The right to earn, the right to spend.
The right to borrow, the right to lend.

Our starbangled banner outflank to the breeze
Upholds our rights on the seven seas.
Our Army and Navy have victories won
In every nation under the sun.
Our statesmen are peers of any on earth.
Our Wasington- Lincoln, proclaim their worth.

Our schools have no equal in all the world.
Where ever the starspangled banner is furled
They are free to all as the air we breathe,
To young or old, to free man or slave.
Our paths and our valleys abound with grain
Our mountains and rivers o’er all others reign.

Beloved Columbia; land of the free,
The land which my fore-Fathers bequeathed to me.
There is no country in all the earth
More loved than the land which gave me birth.
’Tis home, this freedom, ’Tis liberty too
’Tis perfect content to me and to you.

’Tis a land of plenty from sea to sea
And THAT is what America means to me.

Composed and written by Arthur Craig – My Great Great Great Great Uncle

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Happy Valentine’s Day

Heart filled storefronts and roses galore. Hallmark cards and chocolate hearts. Red high-heels and cliche dates. To embrace or disregard, you can choose. But whatever you decide, may you keep spreading the love. Not just the Valentine’s Day gifts, but real love and loving well. It’s a beautiful sight every day of the year. So embrace those you love and love them well, not just today but every day of your life. For who truly ever regrets loving well?

Happy Valentine’s Day! Wishing you love throughout the year and every day of your life.


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