A poem this time. I’m feeling creative today…
From corruption we fled
to create instead,
A home of the free
to live, grow and be.
Our lives we shed,
grew sick and bled dear,
To shatter our bonds
Of superstitious fear,
Sailing free from white cliffs, ,
from persecution’s salvation,
Our masts cleaved the sky,
to find a new nation.
Upon the young land we battled,
our Independence hard-won,
No cannons, nor rifles undone,
No death steal it away,
In the meadows, on the hill tops,
The glory of that day.
Bright stars flying–powder burned–
stripes tattered before dawn’s sun.
Not a crucifix this,
Crest nor emblem of a king,
Only this our pride, our nation–
From shore to shore,
let freedom ring.
Giving to our future generations,
this hard-won chance,
To continue the dream,
kindled torch we clasp,
and remember ever more,
never taking for granted,
The lessons from our past,
the reasons we died,
the reasons we bled,
May we never be,
in our home of the free,
Willing to strong-arm
or force another–
becoming ourselves,
the shackles we fled.
D. Fadden
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