Miss Liberty Poem by Carolyn Ford Witt

MISS LIBERTY

She stands before a Nation
Her torch held high in hand
A symbol of our freedom
Liberty throughout our land.

Her stature is symbolic
Hostess to all who came
A land of wealth and prosper
For those who play the game.

So come my burdened children,
Come to Miss Liberty's door.
Come my yearning children
Whether you be rich or poor.

I stand in New York harbor,
To welcome you this day.
Welcome my dear children,
Welcome to the U.S.A.


Author: Carolyn Ford Witt

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