![]() America Ahead / Freedom Is...A Poem by Phoenix![]() An old middle school poetry assignment I dug up. I think the assignment was to write based on the title you were given.![]()
"My son, my only son. Please listen to me," Says the father. "On this boat you may not realize, But what lies ahead of you is a great prize." He looked ahead through fog and mist, Clutching his hand over his son's tiny wrist. "There is a land called America ahead." "What about it, Father?" the son said.
"Think, my son, of where we came from, We were told what to be and what to say. But now we go to a land of freedom, And you"ll be free when you wake each day."
"Though the streets will not be paved in gold, And the sun will not shine every day, You'll know in your heart and in your soul That you'll be free no matter what you say." * * * (Dug up another middle school poem) Freedom is Freedom smells like
A feild of grass in the summer.
Freedom looks like
Children playing on the beach.
Freedom sounds like
Wind blowing through the trees.
Freedom feels like
The sun on your face.
Freedom tastes like
A freshly picked apple.
Freedom is
Like eating a fresh apple at
The beach in the summer while
The wind blows through your hair.
© 2009 PhoenixAuthor's Note
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3 Reviews Added on June 15, 2008 Last Updated on April 10, 2009 Author![]() PhoenixZushi, JapanAboutI have so many ideas and feelings, and they usually buzz around inside me wildly. When I can gather up enough of them, then a piece of writing emerges and I feel refreshed. more..Writing
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