The Keeper’s Oath by Olivia Salter | Poetry

 

The Keeper’s Oath

by Olivia Salter

In the heart of the land where the free wind blows,
A republic stands tall, where the bright river flows.
Born from the dream of those brave souls who fought,
With courage, they etched every lesson they taught.

Yet fragile it rests, like a bird on a wire,
A beacon of hope, yet a flicker of fire.
For freedom demands that we tend to its flame,
And guard it with honor, not seeking for fame.

With voices united, let our spirits rise,
In the dance of democracy, let wisdom be wise.
For the weight of our choices shapes the path we tread,
And the future we build is the legacy spread.

So hold close the promise, let it never be lost,
A republic is ours, but we pay the cost.
In each heart, a pledge, in each hand, a shield,
To cherish the dream that our forebears revealed.

The Fragile Gift of Freedom

Liberty is not merely a privilege to be enjoyed; it is a responsibility to be nurtured, for a republic thrives only in the hands of those who cherish and defend it.

Also see:

• The Constitution of the United States
• Declaration of Independence
• Bill of Rights