Freedom

FREEDOM

Hundreds of years ago
Pilgrims came here from their foe
Their main desire–freedom

Abraham Lincoln freed the slaves
From their chains cold as caves
He gave them all they wanted–freedom

Troops have fought in wars
To save the country they adore
Now we have–freedom

Our ancestors many cultures they bring
They all say, “Let freedom ring!”

 

*Author’s Note: For this Poetry Thursday, I chose a poem I wrote back in late grade school, early middle school. I entered this into the local library poetry contest held at the time. Did I win? No. Did I even place? Nuh-uh. The poem that won for my age group was terribly (even by my young standards) written and only talked about sugar, glitter, and unicorns. Do I still hold a grudge? Maybe….

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My Golden Eagle

He was wild
Completely untamable
Wanting to go in all directions
Going in every direction
Back and forth
Never tiring
Blazing his own trails
Bowing not to another
Friend only to earth and sky
Riding forever on the wind
Tied only by gravity
Barely touching ground
No permanent name
No history
Freedom at its best
Passion for life
Facing every fear
Laughing at every foe
Defying destiny
A phantom
A drifter
A loner
An extraordinary man
One I loved to refer to as
My Golden Eagle