Our second stop was LADY LIBERTY! After weeks of many times horrifying conditions at sea, SHE was the first thing immigrants would see as they arrived in their new country. This powerful poem says it all! Give me your tired, your poor, Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free, The wretched refuse of your teeming shore. Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me, I lift my lamp beside the golden door! AWESOME! Of course we couldnt help but have a little fun a long the way!
Posted on: Fri, 04 Apr 2014 15:40:12 +0000
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