A crisp fall morning
Follows the glorious
Historic Tuesday night
The night of prayers
Answered....the night
Of happy tears...
The night of jubilation
The eve of hope....
My lips smile, my eyes sparkle
The whole world sings
The clear blue sky
After a terrible terrible storm
Holds up a promised wreath
Of Jubilant yellows, flaming oranges
Chocolate browns
Melting into fierce reds
A gusty gale lifts my spirits
Echoes the chorus of the
Swirling leaves
Yes we can! Yes we can!
This Tumultous Tuesday
Will resonate forever
Linking the 'chosen' one
To those who believe in......Yes we can!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem