“Raising the Flag at Ground Zero” by Thomas E. Franklin of The Record newspaper of Bergen County, New Jersey, taken on September 11, 2001. 911 Firefighters respond and raise flag on site of the terrorist attack.
![US Marines raise a US flag on top of Mount Suribachi during the Battle of Iwo Jima in World War II. February 23, 1945. [1400 x 1060] [Colorized] : r/HistoryPorn](https://preview.redd.it/htsef5do49831.png?auto=webp&s=61bbfee05ad87f0258d77305fce152836e571cfc)
WWII 1945 “Now All Together” Iwo Jima Flag
Trump and the Secret Service at a recent Trump Rally just after shots were fired.
I feel you in the morning sunshine, in the breath of autumn's call. I hear you in the ocean tide, the strumming beat of my rise and fall. I see you in the Eastern sky and down in the deep's of canyon's low. In the winds and the storms of my life, you covered me with gentle snow. I taste the dew of your forever love, the sustaining grace to carry on. Come touch my heart in the dark of night, Unfreeze my passion gone. You'll find me in the tulip gardens, or among the songs of the cypress trees. I need your water -- bid me grow -- until then I'll be waiting here --- for me. February's Poem from "A Year in Words" Written by Amanda Griffith
Begin Anew
Begin anew with me and dance once again — Along life’s narrow pathway around every brook and glen. Begin anew with me and sing the night away — Beneath the dimming star’s duet with the glowing moonlit rays. Begin anew with me and laugh with joy’s delight — Bounding with waves of glee that kiss goodbye numbness of the night. Begin anew... begin fresh... and begin with no blemish to find A clean slate, a steady pace, and a new state of mind. The view is endless, the sky seamless, and the landscape barely grown For you and I to leap, dance, and run fearlessly into the world yet unknown. Over hill and though the valley on mountaintop we’ll soar — In the valley we shall never tarry, but along the peaceful river’s shore. There find rest and fill our cups to continue our present climb For one day in life’s journey, the pending toll may take its time. For our once happy, joyful song shall never come to a hopeless, lonely end For as we continue along our pathway, there is always help to lend. So — begin anew with me — dancing, singing, as we freely run. Boundless leaps, endless songs into the daunting rays beneath the sun. January's Poem from 'A Year in Words' Poem Series Written by: Amanda Griffith