Blocking the Way to Freedom
By Ruth Y. Nott
Copyright 2002
The quilts are hanging on the line,
their colors a blur in the wind,
and the soldiers are marching in time.
We search for safety, search for a sign,
our freedom we seek to defend
as the quilts are hanging on the line.
Some folks we avoid, but others are kind
as along the railway we wend...
while the soldiers are marching in time.
Look for the pattern and see what we find
as we trek with our friends and our kin,
shown the way by the quilts on the line.
To keep our journey alive in their minds
our descendants' voices will blend
while their soldiers are marching in time.
They will be free, yet chained and confined,
their struggle a battle unable to end,
for the quilts are hanging on the line
and their soldiers are marching in time.
