Freedom's Call Poem by Carolyn Ford Witt

Remember Freedom's Call


I've dreampt of sweet magnolias
And of another day
When white verandas wrapped around
And the fields were filled with hay.

When 'coloreds' worked the fields
Then sang gospel 'round the fire
And all the little chil'en played
Ignoring, they were for hire.

Back when the grandiose parties
Ruled southern society
But then swept in a tall gaunt man
Promising, All Man, Liberty.

As grown men cried out
That surely their world was lost
And families lay broken,
This Freedom, What a cost!

As brothers fought brothers
The Land was soon lain black
As soldiers marched across it
Not one could then look back.

A war fought, oh so bitter
That families all were torn
As old customs were slaughtered
And new ones were born.

Only after the victory
A president...shot down,
No more of his wisdom
For he'd stood his last ground.

We do hardly remember
These things that we once gave
As we fought against our brothers
This mighty Nation to save.

How very very ungrateful
That so much blood was shed
Back in a time.... when
The fields all ran bright red.

So many now have fallen
To let our Freedom ring;
How can we e'er forget them,
Forgetting everything!

That Freedom is so precious..
Held high by us all....
Can we not Remember,
REMEMBER FREEDOM'S CALL!


Author: Carolyn Ford Witt

By Ms. Caroline


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