'freedom's song' timothy r gates, 7/03-4/2009
sung from
shore to shore
air to air
none to spare
on those days of
rockets red glare.
We do sing
and, cling
to
freedom's song,
sung from
time in chime
dimes thrown at mimes
rat-a-tat-tat
splat-a-spat-splat.
Sung from
you
to me
me
to you,
our children's eyes
(like those in the late night
world hunger fund-raising tv-commercials),
trusting us all
to keep them
safe
full
free:
air to air.
I thank these eyes.
sung from
shore to shore
air to air
none to spare
on those days of
rockets red glare.
We do sing
and, cling
to
freedom's song,
sung from
time in chime
dimes thrown at mimes
rat-a-tat-tat
splat-a-spat-splat.
Sung from
you
to me
me
to you,
our children's eyes
(like those in the late night
world hunger fund-raising tv-commercials),
trusting us all
to keep them
safe
full
free:
air to air.
I thank these eyes.
mueca:
when i read these pieces, a beat forms in my head. i read to the beat, i hope thats an acceptable method of ingesting these writings. i enjoyed the hiccup inside the parethesis, breaking the beat and then going away. very cool