Freedom Symbol

I stand on the boat that will take me too see her.
She is the Statue of Liberty-
the guardian of New York Harbor,

New York City has already disappeared
in a misty cover of grayish-white clouds-
Oh look! I see her, Lady Liberty,
silently watching the world go around
from her high perch on the pedestal.

I step off of the boat, and see booths,
booths selling postcards and souvenirs with her face on them.
The Statue of Liberty,
one of the symbols of the United States.
I see tourists, like myself,
walking nonchalantly around her,
Some are sitting down,
or taking pictures.
I look up and I can see Lady Liberty's torch.
The torch that she has held for decades,
her treasure that she will not part with for eternity,
I look higher,
and see birds soaring lazily
around her head and crown.

As I step back onto the boat,
I look around,
and realize just how much America
has changed in the past one-hundred and fifty years-
What would this spot have looked like
Lady Liberty made her voyage across the sea?
Oh well, no more time for contemplating now,
it's time to leave...

As I take one more look at the Statue of Liberty,
I think that even Lady Liberty has changed herself,
on the outside,
her gleaming coat of copper has faded
from shiny-as-a-new-penny bronze,
to a bright sea green,
but through this, she has remained herself,
always watching-
I take a last look ,
and see her fading into the distance.
The world's symbol of peace and freedom.
Bobbing and sputtering across the choppy waves,
the boat that I am standing on carries me away.

-Parker Ginn

I wrote this poem quite a few months ago, November of 2006, I believe.
Olivia and I were in writing class, and our writing teacher asked us to write a poem about, well, anything.
I chose to write about a place we had gone on our vacation.