I, An Eagle In a Land For Larks

September 16, 2009
By Lillian GOLD, Pittsfield, Massachusetts
Lillian GOLD, Pittsfield, Massachusetts
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What is my American Dream?
But to dream against the wishes,
Of those,
Who dream forever on my stars.

My generation of degenerates,
Our last cup is drunk,
Now the wise of our demise,
Must sustain,
The stars-and stripes-fabric,
Of what we were taught.

My mother's eyes only could blink,
When my drunken word washes,
Up against,
Her amber waves of grain.


The author's comments:
I'm 16, I dont know exactly what my particular American dream is, I dont know if it's already planned out ahead of me, but its mine all mine, so only I have the power to make sure it soars as high as it can.

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