Freedom
When the black silk of night covers the rugged hills of the
world,
When the farmer’s smoky cows make their way home,
When the cowboy, covered with dirt and sweat, hangs up his
hat,
When the stars angle through the silhouetted trees and jump
off
The rivers of the land,
When the Man in the Moon comes out to watch over us,
When we are free from the labels placed by our peers,
When the last soldier’s blood poisons the soil,
When the tears of joy run down a face,
When the last battle has been fought,
Then the Eagle will soar and the wolf will howl his true
song.
The spirit of America shall freely be heard in the hearts
of all.
- by Alycia
Holowchak
