As I enter America
The Statue of Liberty warmly welcomes me in
like my mother would to her own house.
It’s six-thirty and the sun is setting
leaving a beautiful pinky-purple background
to hundreds of tall buildings in the distance.
Entering this country is as exciting as It was
when I use to wake up Christmas morning as a child
but better.
There’s new people, new faces all around me,
all excited to see the city for real for the first time.
As I get closer to the Statue of Liberty,
the Mother of Exiles
I start to feel butterflies.
Is this the right choice?
Should I turn around and go back to my mother country?
It’s too late now she has already welcomed me in
I’m only some meters from the land
and my excitement has taken over fear.
The Statue of Liberty, the mighty 350 feet tall woman
holds a torch in her right hand
which is made of Copper, like the rest of her body
She was a gift from France
which represented the freedom
the Americans gained from the English.
Now I’m here on land,
I can still see her standing in the distance
waving the other ships in
The sun’s gone
The moon is out
and it’s time to explore New York