America Poem by Bill Simmons

Old age is wisdom
And the old songs we learned to sing
The steps in the mountains we carved with our own hands
The dreams

Where wars are fought and lost and won
And those that died
Where somewhere on a silent night
Someone cried

America
You have lived two hundred years
And suffered too each time we fell
Dried the tears

If old age is wisdom
From the old songs we learned to sing
Is freedom is just another word
For to dream

Blowing in the wind
Against the bluest skies
Flying free in the breeze
A flag it flies

Where steps in a mountain
Are carved by our own hands
Let no one take us under
Where freedom stands

If old age is wisdom
From the old songs we learned to sing
The steps in the mountains we carved with our own hands
The dreams

America
May you continue to build our dreams
And may we continue to learn
The old songs you sing.


Copyright 2006 Bill Simmons
AKA BillWilliamStar
BillWilliamStar@aol.com