A Wonderful Gift
 





In America we all enjoy

The power of freedom

One of God 's most precious gifts!


Does it really matter how we arrived
At this wonderful junction on the road of life.


PRECIOUS. FREEDOM

Where the sky is bluer, the rain sweeter
The pain sharper..and the hues within a
rainbow intense.



The preachers preach about it, writers write...
sinners pray ...and we ..the poets write odes
extolling its virtue...


Some think it corrupts, other think its a idea,
a concept...no matter....everyone wants to share
in its blessings and will stop at nothing to secure
What they perceive as their fair share.



Freedom to grow, to speak., to laugh, to cry
to be and at the very last ...the freedom to die and
set free man's immortal soul


It can be defined as a burning in the heart ..
for even those who have never even heard the word
can realize that it calls out to be ...with every beat
of the heart.


Even though it is eternal ...it is never a quarentee.
It is however most earnestly desired but can never be
taken for granted.



Men have fought for it ... died for it..
while families wept and prayed ..for those who
perished in the fray and will continue to do so
as long as life remains


For.. once obtained it is so sweet. We will defend it
with all the breath in our bodies..the right to
live in liberty and the persuit of happiness
for one and all



In the land...our land ... this land of libery
where freedoms bells still peal through the sky



By jollynoblefrog

© 2012 jollynoblefrog (All rights reserved)

 

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