A Poet's Soul
by Prometheus
A mber waves of grain still sway,
P lanted with seed from deep within.
O ffered with love to the home of the brave,
E ven for those who would still her pen.
T imeless imagery for a proud nation still healing,
S oothing our wounds extolling our brotherhood.
S own upon people of great courage, revealing
O ur foundation was sound our nation still stood
U nless we lose sight of all that she said,
L ong ago words will serve us in good stead.
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