Turn Up An American Sonnet
Driving across country give me that soul,
all the stars and stripes of freedom;
Rock n’ roll and a grill filled with charcoal,
so sweet American hum drum;
From mountains to sea to flatland country
we can explore what we want to;
Maples back up a palm tree symphony
the song of the red, white, and blue;
There is nothing about me you can tame,
you can try but you’ll always miss;
I will not forget I can change the game,
I was brought up on that promise;
Turn up the volume on the radio,
anywhere you want is where you can go.
Copyright © Melani Udaeta | Year Posted 2024
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