Freedom

Never again will I take for granted
The simpler gifts in life
The little things are the best
You find this out in strife
The gentle breeze upon the face
A thundercloud in the sky
The chance to nap beneath the trees
As the afternoon rolls by
The band marching down the street
A holiday parade
Children bobbing to the beat
Laughing, drinking lemonade
The gestures of a kind old friend
When you are home alone
Helping hands to guide you
Friendly voices on the phone
While we are raised to expect such luck
We seldom comprehend it
Until our freedom is jeopardized
And we're called to defend it.

11 September 1998

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