Freedom's Plow
Freedom.
On the rivers of the world.
Ships came from across the sea
And the faith that is in his heart-
Bringing men and dreams, women and dreams.
The eyes see there materials for building,
His eyes look out on the world,
But the word was there always:
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Heart reaching out to heart,
But a community dream.
They began to build our land.
The strength there,
To till the soil, and harness the power of the waters.
The mind seeks a way to overcome these obstacles.
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On the rich soil of the world,
With billowing sails the galleons came
Bringing the Pilgrims and prayer-makers,
Slave men and slave masters, all new-
Belonging to all the hands who build.
See the difficulties, too, and the obstacles.
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But your world and my world,
Guarding in their hearts the seed of freedom,
Not my world alone,
Empty, but clean,
Hoping to find their freedom,
To a new world, America!
A community of hands to help-
Hand reaching out to hand,
Adventurers and bohttp://www.99lib•netoty seekers,
When a man starts out with nothing,
Then the mind starts seeking a way.
In little bands together,
When a man starts out with his hands
When a man starts to build a world,
The will there to build.
Some were free hands
Free men and indentured servants,
The hand seeks tools to cut the wood,
Thus the dream becomes not one man’s dream alone,
Some were slave hands
Seeking a greater freedom,
Some were indentured hands
Freedoms Plow
Not my dream alone, but our dream.
On the great wooded world,
He starts first with himself