The Sounds of Freedom
They say "Let freedom ring!"But what tune does she sing?
The sound of freedom
is laughter and light.
The sound of Freedom
is merry and bright.
Children playing hide and go seek.
It's in the well worn swing squeak,
The unity of a packed stadium choir,
The ramblings of a Holocaust denier ...
The sound of freedom
is a sharp amusement park thrill.
The sound of freedom
is July hotdogs on the grill.
The sizzle of pancakes and bacon,
Hearing "cheese!" as photos are taken,
It's a flash mob of clapping and cheers,
Like how rush hour traffic hits your ears.
The sound of freedom
is splashing in a puddle of rain.
The sound of freedom
is a bonfires' raw crackling flame.
It's an empty boulevard,
Crisp cicadas in the yard,
Or to yodel across mountain tops,
A child screaming out "dad don't stop".
The sound of freedom
is offering your deity devotion.
The sound of freedom
is the moments of raw emotion.
It's a carol, nursery rhyme, or hymn.
The wide sharing of information
The crackle of the radio waves
The incessant crying of young babes.
The sound of freedom
is in the lapping of a dog's tongue.
The sound of freedom
is when grandpa's snoring had begun.
The babble toddler and mother share,
It's a teen deciding what to wear,
The crash of a wave on the shore,
It's in tap shoes grandma once wore.
The snap of a sling shot
or the boom of a gun.
You'll miss the sounds of freedom
when they, too soon, are long gone ...
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