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