America Poem


She who with veiled vow

Champions the exalted Dream

And this the people do allow
For this Lady of high esteem.

She who radiantly smiles

Golden light into our souls;

A love upon those fruitful miles

Which She alone controls.

She who coos sweet liberty

Across those painted lands

Resounds to all posterity:

Join and wring your hands!

She who stands defiant

Against the raging wind

Sways, trips, but unreliant

Tenacity cannot be pinned.

She who dons the silken white

Adorned in spectacular simplicity

Chaste Lady America does query incite

But who can unfurl Her duplicity?

– Michaela (whimsycaly)