Our Freedom

Want to know what freedom means,
From one who is beyond the teens.
Want to hear how glad I am,
Belonging here with Uncle Sam.

Course I know this freedom land,
Was started with God's chosen band.
My teacher said in history,
How mighty glad we ought to be.

And proud I am of this country,
A-living in a land so free.
T'is wonderful to be a part,
This fluttering tells me in my heart.

Free from shells a-bursting there,
And red-bood running everywhere.
Free from folks all filled with woe,
A-standing with no place to go.

Free from hungry, dying faces,
Lurking round in filthy places.
Free to give a quick, sly wink,
And say aloud just what you think.

Free to have a clean, white bed,
A resting place to lay my head.
Free to smile and laughter give,
And free each day to really live.


E.P. 1908 - 1989