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Free Man's Land
Breanna, Age 14, Kentucky, USA

Below the eagle’s wings
The Spanish trav’lers searched for gold,
Enthused by charming stories told;
But to you a greater gift I bring.
             
With hopes of claiming land
Some pioneers, each with a wagon,
Passed through my canyons under the sun
And kissed my lips, so blue and grand.
             
Since then I’ve birthed prosperity,
My children have grown strong;
Some building, buying, working long,
Their highways have replaced my trees.
             
I am the land of America, who
Sings of beauty where men have trod,
Who cries out “freedom”; worship God!
I am that greater gift, so noble and true.

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