AMERICA MY HOME Freedom is a treasure that is not in your sight It almost like an Eagle in his glorious flight You can’t really touch it Or hold it in your hand But you can feel it, all over this land The words that you share Where you walk where you can Over valleys and fields All over this land Where your voice can sing Loud upon the wind Over mountains and lakes Or to a new friend The fathers of our country Those that fought in our wars With hope in their hearts For freedom’s open door So we can soar like the Eagles For the sacrifice’s they made America my home Where freedom has stayed By Mary L. Palermo Copyright 2014
Posted on: Fri, 04 Jul 2014 11:37:53 +0000