Anthony W. Pahl
The sighing of the breeze of life
speaks to the heart and soul,
And the call for Freedom echoes deep
in the hearts of all the bold.
While the soaring eagle overhead
curses loud at tyranny’s whore,
the footsteps of the honoured dead
march to the drums of Freedom’s War.
The taste of fear is overpowered
as Freedom’s scent arrives
upon the gentle breeze created
by brave and honest sighs.
And the awful smell of helplessness
is replaced, a memory… nothing more,
by the aroma of those brave souls
who proudly fought in Freedom’s War.
©Copyright August 15, 2003 by Anthony W. Pahl