Sunday, January 1, 2017

At Last




















green, majestic ridges,
rolling lazily, across
bright, blue skies,
too beautiful,
too wonderful;
a place only
dreamed about;
it is here,
where the road ends,
that tomorrow begins,
no more uncertainty,
no more empty future,
the final home,
the last stand;
freedom,
at last;
they have taken,
all there is to take,
the last hope,
the final drop,
nothing more to give,
nothing left to lose;
freedom,
at last;
together, we shall face
the approaching night,
together, we shall walk into
the growing light;
freedom,
at last.
.

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