Freedom. It sought to escape,
for it wanted to walk the plains
of blueberry sweetened farms.
To float freestyle in oceanic waters,
feeling buoyancy beneath
the frailty of human arms.
To aviate cumulus humilis clouds
in powder blue heights,
counting the stars in a soft, velvet night.
It sought to escape,
for it wanted to watch new generations
of laughing children frolic and play.
And it said to its heart...
show me the way. Freedom.
God bless America, USA.
©Clara B. Ray