Liberty

Copyright © 2015 08.22.2015 Beautifully adorned, her garments shoned, high and round mountains, majestic peeks Vegetation covering her treasures, hidden from the lust of men…men who exploited her innocence…an innocence long cared for and protected. Oh Lady, how beautiful were your garments, …untarnished by strangers hands. Their smiles luring you into false promises. False promises and dreams and lures, soon clashing, causing broken hearts to fear. Fear of those who swiftly came with broken promises. Your love was pure, shone clear, clear without the blood that flowed and stained …your lovely garments. Your valleys filled with trails of tears. Laying in fields of lilies, eyes closed as tears poured down, down…soaking your blood stained garments, down into your soul. These strangers, from foreign lands, many of deceit, lacked the spirit of the buffalo…now Liberty, my dear Lady, stand proud of your native land. Proudly she still stands with freedom and equality ...come one come all, stand by her side, protect her from which she has bleed and nearly died …cleanse her garments, cherish her beauty, enjoy the fruits she bears. For it is this Lady that offers unity and strength no other endures. by: LesPruitt Aug 22, 2015 8:48pm edited: 8/24 10:09am **(on Facebook w/photo/theme: North Coast Poetry Society)