Freedom is a goose’s golden wing Spreading from here to eternity and back With peace love and happiness---
(RIP! Another notebook page rotting in the trash)
freedom is rainbow medley children giggling with sparklers trailing pink and spattered explosions thru the twilight air. and they reluctantly sit when the neighborhood showman lines up his arsenal of bottle rockets/ roman candles, little fire fountains and cardboard tanks that never roll according to design.
innocent eyes expand as virgin mouths make o’s of pleasure.
liberation is the belief however untrue in the glorious ramparts and brave red rocket glares the romanticized glory of independence and the right to get drunk celebrating.
[This message has been edited by hush (edited 06-30-2001).]