Freedom is thirteen stripes and fifty stars
A uniform decorated with ribbons and bars
An Iowa farm with its fields of corn
Church bells ringing on a Sunday morn

Freedom is over head missiles, a battle group at sea
For the price of Freedom has never been free
It’s Marines and Soldiers hunkered in a fox hole
A nation banned together in a common goal

Freedom is living and working side by side
To dare to hope and opportunities tried
People coming to the aid of a stranger
Putting their own lives in the path of danger

Freedom is apple pie and the girl next door
A small town with a mom and pop store
It’s baseball, reunions, it’s the forth of July
A lump in our throats as the flag passes by

Freedom is the compassion that we have for our own
Standing shoulder to shoulder when disaster hits home
Our symbol the Eagle, so let Freedom soar
It’s principles and standards, Americans died for

~Barbara Cox~

-- By Chris Duncan

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