From the warm and welcoming waters of the Pacific Ocean,
Mysterious fathoms below.
To the rugged faces of the Rocky Mountians,
Snow capped through all seasons.
To the flat and gently rolling land of the Great Plains,
Golden wheat swaying in the wind.
To the hustling bustling streets of New York City,
Lights and signs from dawn 'till dusk.

This land of liberty,
Of freedom and life,
Sending us out into the world,
Souls soaring through the sky,
Fair and free,
And so am I.
 
 

Written and submitted by Christina Roberts from Salem, Oregon
e-mail: yes_iwrite@msn.com