by: Shirley Satterfield
The Chevron of Freedom ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐
(A Dream)
An image grand formed in my mindโs eye.
A flock of snow white birds
Was flying in the sky.
Each one was the otherโs equal.
Each one was the same size.
They formed a chevron of freedom
Tilting upwards on the rise,
Piercing, piercing to the upper view,
Squawking out a message to the upper stars;
There is no one better than us and you.