(for my personal religious twist read d last stanza)
Stands tall and hovering this great landmark lady
The world's most famous gift and token
Welcoming all into Uncle Sam's ethnic potpourri
In her vast melting pot sweet unity awoken.
Pointing as it seems to the star spangled sky
from the land of the stripes and star-spangled banner
Her torch to meet the tourist traveller's eye
while she tires not of standin' in that manner.
Sunday, October 20, 2013
Topic(s) of this poem: Art