by David Hinton | Apr 14, 2016 | PatrioticProse
I walked through a county courthouse square, On a park bench an old man was sitting there. I said, “Your old courthouse is kinda rundown,” He said, “Naw, it’ll do for our little town.” I said, “Your flagpole has leaned a bit, And...
by David Hinton | Apr 14, 2016 | PatrioticProse
Freedom Is Not 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...
by David Hinton | Nov 14, 2015 | PatrioticProse
Ready or not, someday it will all come to an end. There will be no more sunrises, no minutes, hours or days. All the things you collected, whether treasured or forgotten, will pass to someone else. Your wealth, fame and temporal power will shrivel to irrelevance. So...
by David Hinton | Nov 14, 2015 | PatrioticProse
What’s mainly wrong with society today is that too many Dirt Roads have been paved. There’s not a problem in America today, crime, drugs, education, divorce, delinquency that wouldn’t be remedied, if we just had more Dirt Roads, because Dirt Roads...
by David Hinton | Nov 4, 2015 | PatrioticProse
It is thought that doctor John McCrae (30th November 1872 — 28th January 1918) began the draft for his famous poem ‘In Flanders Fields’ on the evening of the 2nd May, 1915 in the second week of fighting during the Second Battle of Ypres. It is believed that the death...
by David Hinton | Nov 4, 2015 | PatrioticProse
by Thelen Paulk I had a dream the other night, I did not understand A figure walking through the mist, with flintlock in his hand His clothes were torn and dirty; As he stood there by my bed, he took off his three cornered hat And speaking low, he said, “We...
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