Living the Dream
In every land,
Every kingdom
Every corridor
Across the world
Someone died
Making the world
Better for you and I
For the cause of freedom
Men fought until nothing
Was left.
Some went to their death.
We are the seed they bore,
The fruit of their labor.
We are living their visions,
Manifesting their dreams.
We are flesh of their flesh,
Bone of their bone,
As we will be for our children
And our children’s children.
It is our duty to live with purpose
And with pride
Honoring those ancestral spirits
As if we were kin
To every man that died;
Every woman that cried,
Suffered loss,
Paid the cost.
They were not of different fiber than we.
We are made from the same tapestry.
To our ancestors we must remain true
By doing whatever we must do
To assure that their dreams of peace
Will never cease
Let every heart determine,
“Let there be peace on earth
copyright Patricia Newman-Harris
This poem is part of a collection of poems entitled Living the Dream
Soon to be published by Create Space.com
The rights that are ours were bought by the blood, sweat and tears of our ancestors on whose backs we ride. Those rights and privileges should never be taken for granted or cast aside without thought, because they came at great cost to someone else. Someone who thought enough of us to sacrifice to give us the opportunity to experience what they never could experience. If we could just get this one thing we would live in a continuous state of gratitude.