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I rarely post my finished projects. I rustled with this poem for some time before
it finally felt right. By then I was damn near exhausted with it and put it away for some time. Eventually
I published it in my book of poems entitled "A light that passes by".
I found this to be one of the hardest subjects to write about, as it is also the closest to my heart.

What independence means to me

Independence is that feeling,
A sweet reverence from on high.
Carried in our soul of souls
A sureness on which we rely.

Independence is our story,
The story our freedom bears.
Its pages most remarkable,
Where liberty’s declared.

Independence is a song—
Sweet freedom ringing out
The anthems angels know,
God’s symphonies that flow.

Independence is our strength,
Soaring ever high.
Upon the wings of eagles
A mighty nation rides.

Independence begs the question:
Can you see old glory still?
Waving, as if on wings,
The stars and stripes in heaven’s light,
Our glory days redeemed!

An accompanying melody might stir up a patriotic fervor, but as a poem, I'm sorry to say, this is riddled with cliche.

Allen