The American Girl Poem by Patricia Kelley

She walks in darkness like an alert eagle, with light feet sent to the darkest corners of the earth.
Born in America in which her mother gave birth.
Her weapon tightly gripped in her hand, with her finger on the trigger.
She's an American girl.
She can't remember her long last hot bath.
She can only feel the enemy's hot wrath.
She's an American girl.
Peering around the darkest corners of the earth, there's no hesitation in pulling the trigger,
With all concentration on her finger,
She's the hitter.
Hitting her target to the ground,
She does it with a sudden loud round,
She's an American girl.
With her, Bible tucked in her pocket,
And a picture of her love in her locket.
She's living, moving action,
Never knowing where she's going to rest,
Her life is a constant test.
She does her best,
She's an American girl.