The Five Senses of Freedom
Copyright 1990 - Jack Feeman
See the dove, how free she flies.
Just within, reach of human eyes.
See the way, she rides the skies;
Free to fly, 'till the day she dies.
Feel the wind, cool in the air,
As it blows, gently through your hair.
Feel the breeze, for all is fair;
Unaware, of war's ghastly stare.
Hear Robbins, singing it clear.
The songs of love, for all to hear.
Hear the song, a sound so dear,
As Robbins, sing it every year.
Smell the Rose, in early spring,
As it blooms, and Canaries sing.
Smell the dew, on everything,
As buzzing, bees on petals cling.
Taste berries, wild on the vine,
Ripe and sweet, as the perfect wine.
Taste the juice, so clean and fine,
Growing wild, as the Cat O' Nine.
Weigh just these, Friend, add their sum;
These the Five, Senses of Freedom.
Then go tell, the World so dumb,
That this is, the "WHY" for Vietnam!