Huddled on the ship. We were hungry and cold. But our hearts were filled with streets of gold. As we entered the harbor we all ran to see. The lady that stood there and said we were free. Some of us cheered and some of us cried. Than silently we prayed for the ones who died. For the journey was long but worth the risk. For the lady at hand I shall throw a kiss.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A great poem of freedom. I enjoy poems about journeys.