Huddled and Cuddled

Love Looking at Statue of Liberty Small group of people in boat were huddled, Later to be masses that together cuddled; Another poet wrote about a golden door, Opening letting you land on our shore. Bright ray of light lifted high into the sky; She watched us as we would pass by, Needing much help and to be cared for; People all kept coming score by score. Found a home and are safe and sound; They knew that God was always around; And around her a safe harbor did adorn; Place where in peace they can be born. Jim Horn