page from current Freedom Journal
and poem found in an old journal that fit perfectly with the picture
Free
She stands…
A lone figure on the distant horizon.
Her soft voice is carried by the breeze -
She sings her song of freedom,
Of the eagle that soars high and proud,
Of the wolf, brave and triumphant,
Of creatures big and small,
Of herself,
She is free.
A lone figure on the distant horizon.
Her soft voice is carried by the breeze -
She sings her song of freedom,
Of the eagle that soars high and proud,
Of the wolf, brave and triumphant,
Of creatures big and small,
Of herself,
She is free.
~Brianne, 1997
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