Discovering Meaning In America Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Watching gusts of wind, blowing an American
flag, waving our freedom in a morning breeze.

Unfolding, flapping, swinging merrily in the
atmosphere of American intellect and ingenuity.

A blessed nation full of freedom and liberty
accessed by it's citizens.

Living in peace and discovering what life is
meant to be along the way.

Knowing what it feels like to be an individual,
having beliefs that cannot be taken from them.

Convictions held solidly and firmly in hand, not
allowing anyone to take them away.

Always having their weapons locked and loaded,
unbeknownst to anyone else.