Freedom Is Not Free Poem by James McLain
Freedom Is Not Free
Hear our living voice,
grow silent still.
The day grows light,
then dark the Devil's will.
Green grass dry moss,
upon the ground is brown.
Stunted trees lay short,
upon the earth.
And God has brought men up,
for us to cast him down.
Saturday, June 15, 2013
Topic(s) of this poem: green
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8/29/2026 2:57:09 PM # rel_20260827T145718Z_a0f1bd3
I love this little verse but would have changed the second 'ground' to earth :) Ruth