TWINGE AT MY HEART

My only patriotic song - from long ago - 1971

Tuesday, July 3, 2018

Tuesday, July 3, 2018
TWINGE AT MY HEART
7/3/2018

Hello, Everyone!

I am sharing a letter to the editor to our local paper - The Laramie Boomerang - below. I realize full well that letters to the editor are not normally in the form of songs or poems - as is my "letter" below - and they may reject it for that reason; but what the heck - I figure I will let them decide that. Why not?

By the way, Wyoming is celebrating its 150th year as a territory of the U.S. this year - and we are in full swing of doing little things about town to do that. Wyoming became a territory in 1868 and a full fledged state in 1890. How about that?

Have a Happy July and Happy Freedom's Birthday, Everyone!

Gently,

Francis William Bessler
&
Nancy Shaw

www.una-bella-vita.com



Subject: TWINGE AT MY HEART - A Patriotic Song



TWINGE AT MY HEART

By

Francis William Bessler

1971



REFRAIN:

There's a twinge at my heart

when I see Old Glory -

waving so proud and so free;

and I wonder how many times

it's told the story

of courage and valor and gallantry.



Several hundred years ago

this nation was founded

on the principle of freedom for all.

Although it's had many trials,

in justice, it still stands tall.

Refrain.



This nation is a land

of believers.

Our lives in the hands of Fortune we entrust.

There is no country greater -

America, the land of the just.

Refrain.



Onward we shall march

as soldiers,

armed with our armor for peace.

Let us march strong -

Americans, united in Freedom's Dream.

Refrain.



Wherever there's a challenge

for tomorrow,

as long as we believe we are right,

we will stand firm -

Americans - united in Freedom's Light.

Refrain.



For sure, there are many

kinds of soldiers.

A soldier is only one who believes.

So, Believe as you will;

and I will Believe as me.

Refrain.



Old Glory is made

of several colors.

It's made of red, white, and blue.

Red's for blood, Blue's for victory;

and White's for the Pursuit of Truth.

Refrain.



Maybe, Friends, someday

Old Glory

will be only White and Blue.

Maybe we can stop shedding blood;

and All will be Free in the Truth.

Refrain (several times).