Poem The River Of Freedom

Thirteen colonies saw a need
Voices did both shout and whisper
There is a way, there is a river
A path to a better day
They pledged their coins
To unite under freedom’s creed
Hopes, blood, futures inter joined
To share battles, fears, and fight
Until bathed in liberty’s light
Arriving at a new day
When cannons stopped
Smoke had cleared
They opened heart and ear
To seek the better, for all to hear
We follow freedom this day
Now their work is history
Their legacy a gift to you and me
They pursued, they did not know
Where it led, how it would go
Yet all risked yesterday, to give us today