Dad said he wrote this in about 1943, when he was in the 7th grade.
For homes and friends and foot to eat,
For parents and teachers, kind and sweet,
For sun and rain, and pure fresh air,
For flowers and trees in beauty rare,
For this great nation, grand and free,
For rights to be what we want to be,
For freedom from want, and alike from fear,
For power to see and speak and hear,
For men to lead in this land of ours,
For work to help us pass the long hours,
For minds and bodies with which we are blest,
For all these things and all the rest,
To our Father we give thanks.
--Jay M. Richardson