Sweet Freedom Land Poem by Carolyn Ford Witt

-* SWEET FREEDOM LAND*-

Silence of the field
I see,
The colors shouting out
To me.

Statuesque the Firs
Do stand,
Amid this solid
Freedom land.

With snow capped mountains
To the sky,
Just calling out
To you and I.

Entice me land
That is so Free,
In silence you
Call out to me.

Goodbye, Sweet Scene
In life so grand.
I bow to you
Sweet Freedom Land.

Author: Carolyn Ford Witt
Ms. Caroline
© 2-17-06