THE DOOR WAY

His son sat at his side as Gettysburg address he would recite!
Poems like Paul Reveres Ride and Francs Scott Key he
Would read every night.
On his front lawn the flag was raised everyday at dawn , always flying half staff for those who had gone.
His father stood in the doorway with a proud quite smile on his face.
As he watched his son teach his grandson the preamble and for the
Pledge of allegiance where his hand should be placed.
Great grandfather went to his grave without a need
Knowing he had sowed patriotisms seed.
Dad would read me Paul Reveres Ride, Francs Scott Key  and the Gettysburg address , he knew every president with out a guess.
Talked about how grandpa cried at pearl harbor where his buddies died .Taught me about Rosa Parks ,Cases Clay ,FDR
and how he served in the Korean war.
On our front lawn the flag was raised everyday at dawn , always flying half mask for those who have gone.
Grandpa stood in the doorway with a proud quite smile on his face.
 As we talked about Kennedy’s speech Martin Luther King and the price of Vietnam . Grandpa went to his grave with out scorn ,for he knew the roots of patriotism were strong.
His eyes get bright as he listens to me read ,Gettysburg address Paul Reveres Ride, and  Francs Scott Key  .
On my front lawn I raise the flag everyday at dawn, always flying half staff for those who have gone. I teach about the great leaders of the past and how the memory of 911 must last!
Dad stands in the doorway and listens with a proud quite smile one his face. As we talk about this war and president's speech.
As I lay  father in his grave I know he is at peace .For the roots of our patriotism  run a 100 years deep
Every fourth of July we never miss out of pride
Memorial  and veterans day we are at every parade. I watch him lay flags on vet’s graves.  He tips his  baseball cap at every flag that waves. He knows what the house and senate are all about,how important it is to vote.
Why we back our president without a doubt.
I watch him fly the flag  at half staff when he’s heard  a soldier has pasted.
I proudly wait everyday for my turn to stand in that doorway
With a proud quite smile on my face I will listen as the next generation of patriotism takes  its place.
I will go to my grave with such great pride. For this  tree of patriotism will Never subside.