One Sunday's suns with smilies sneer
and colorful crowd stands outside,
their visit via ocean's tide
in praise to lady without veer.
The mass bows' heads with hands held high
then raises eyes to islands' dame,
"America, new land now nigh,"
they flock to see the crowned one's fame.
I wonder what and why their love.
I wonder where and when their dove.
A sight to see, experience this,
we snap them pictures. They blow a kiss.
"America, land of the free,"
they say then walk away with glee.
© 2005 by Carol Dee Meeks
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