A Poet Cherishes Her Freedom
~A Poet Cherishes Her Freedom~
People jogging, laughing riding gleaming bicycles.
Some serenely picnicking by the lake on thick, green grass.
Parking lots full of happy people in stores,
Mothers Day looked more like the Fourth of July!
I was so very blessed to see this, I plain wanted to cry.
Instead,with joy I cheered, and with glee and relief, sighed!
Nobody at my daughter's was behind their couch, with masks in hiding.
Children outside on their beloved sidewalks, with tricycles riding.
We all said grace and ate in our normal, familial spaces.
With faith in God first, before obnoxious social disancing graces!
The major hospital parking lot, I never saw it so empty.
As my part of California, is the land of His graces, aplenty.
Plenty of freedom here, we are no longer living in media lies and exaggerated fear.
As we do hold the rights in our Constitution, far more dear!
People are river rafting in the Sacramento River.
It gives freedom crushers a very cold shiver!
However, our Governor is unhappy with our lowering death rate.
His goal is that we live in constant fear, so only he can control our fate?
(Not going to happen, mate!)
I guess he does not know American History well?
He thinks he is a school principal and we run whenever he rings his unconstitutional bell.
Get a grip, Governor Newsom....dearest!
For you see, we hold our freedoms, forever first and nearest!
May 11, 2020
7:30pm PST
Copyright © Panagiota Romios | Year Posted 2020
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