Our Freedom

For the freedom of our Country,
I saw where men had died.
I touched the rusty cannons,
That lined the country-side.

And out beyond the wooded vales,
Where enemy forces lay.
The battlements of long ago,
Were as ghosts along the way.

I visioned Red-Coats marching,
With their leaders in command.
And the tired and struggling colonists,
Fighting hard to save their land.

O the tap, tap, tap of horse hoof,
Comes sounding to my ear.
And the red blood of the dying,
Makes a smudge that's not so clear.

And the grave-stones of our fathers,
Who died for freedom's cause.
Builds a fortress in my living,
That in silence makes me pause.

For the freedom of our country,
I, with feelings proudly speak.
And for the heritage they left me,
A tear runs down my cheek.


E.P. 1908 - 1989