THE
LAND OF FREEDOM
Soft Poetry By Sand***
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The
beauty of the sky above, the snow capped mountains
pure
The eagle flies on wings of air, above the mountains
soar
A gentle fog hangs in the valley, shrouding trees
of green
Fragrant flowers cast a glow along a mountain stream
Frigid
waters dance on rocks and leave a trace of color
Rainbows flow along the banks awaiting the call
of summer
Hear the roar of water, cascading down a fall
Giving beauty to the winter, that's about to thaw
Hear
the shriek above the clouds, the call of eagles
wings
Floating on a cloud so pure, his heart begins to
sing
The flight of God's creation, his wings begin to
soar
He hears the call of freedom above the rivers roar
Smooth
as glass the water's flow, the land begins to sing
The colors drench the mountain top behind the eagle's
wings
Prism's form on crusty snow against the suns bright
flow
Reflecting our great country, the land of freedom
glows
