I Met A Traveller

I met a traveller from a European land
Who said he had been to America the Mighty.
And he spoke of an island where does stand
A womanly figure clad only in her nightie
(Or so he said), and holding in an uplifted hand,
Reaching toward the sky, grasping rather tightly,
A gleaming torch she held high o'er the land.
And I knew at once he spoke of Liberty,
For who else could forever stand,
Clad in nothing but a nightie,
On a small and chilly island
Watching o'er America the Mighty?

LightH2O
Nice rhyming and a little whimsical...good write!

Kendzi
You know, twas untill recently that I knew that she was a lady. The spiky headgear was kinda deceiving. Nice poem.

Chaos1214
Ha ha... A nightie? Shows what I know... I always thought it was house-dress : D

heather wilkins
clever , I love this one. No one else could forever stand the winters here.

Sandra Martyres
A very enjoyable write Carl...witty too...Liberty in a nightie watching over the Mighty America....

Fay Slimm
Ha - - I love this one Carl - a touch of wit added to the Liberty tribute is great for weekend reading.