Witness

I’ve seen Neil Armstrong stroll one day,
I’ve witnessed shocks of grain.
I’ve seen the mighty eagles fly,
I’ve curried horses mane.

An abacus I use for math,
It’s circles I would send.
Witnessed powerful computers
My mind can’t comprehend.

I love to see Old Glory fly
And still do to this day.
I thank God this has never changed
And for showing us the way.

I still believe in simple things,
They’re forever on my mind.
Time is moving far too fast,
It’s leaving me behind.

His words of promise still so strong
Console my heart and mind...
"I’ll be with you all the days,
Even to the end of time."

The only constants I have left,
My family and my God,
Will keep my soul in lasting peace
When they cover me with sod.

Papa the Bard

Here is a poem written by Papa and transcribed by Laura (any and all mistakes are Laura's responsibility!):

Once more the cause of honor reigns,
afoot in western lands.

"Fear not to speak of old crusades!",
the cause of virtue now demands.

Cordova witnessed martyrdom
for speaking what was right.

The imams came on pounding hooves
like thunder in the night.

The west, once filled with churches
to please the One True God...

Minarettes have taken over.
The cry is now "Jihad!".

Follow, oh Christian soldier,
the cross that Jesus bore.

If Islam wants it bad enough
let us give them holy war!

The innocent had died for naught,
if imams are now to reign.

We must stand up for those of us
whom jihad so recently has slain.

"Come kneel before our idols!",
said Caesar to Christ’s flock.

But faith was much more powerful
than flail and chopping block.

We need now faith so similar,
and to carry shield and sword.

Put on the cross of virtue
and vanquish Allah’s hoard!