It is not the burnished
gold when exchanged for a king’s ransom
Which holds the highest cost
Nor the glittering coal in
shape of diamond that litter
Hills and valley sparkling
like planted slivers of souls
Not even love itself can
compare in expense and virtue
When stood against this
other feast
For in the end, the dearest
of all things under heaven is
The price of Freedom,
itself.
bobby stevenson 2013
