Two soft white doves fly
\nThey flash against the dark sky
\nThe slaves pause to look
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\nA whip cracks the air
\nA woman cries in great pain
\nOthers blindly work
\n
\nThe moon gently shines
\nThe doves flash brightly again
\nA sign of freedom
\n
\nHarriet Tubman
\n"Moses is here," freedom’s near
\nThe slaves are hopeful
\n
\nThe doves precede them
\nEach step closer to freedom
\nCanada is near <\/p>\n
by Lydia Guthrie (age 9, following listening to Odyssey tapes about the Underground Railroad)<\/p>\n
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Two soft white doves fly They flash against the dark sky The slaves pause to look A whip cracks the air A woman cries in great pain Others blindly work The moon gently shines The doves flash brightly again A sign of freedom Harriet Tubman "Moses is here," freedom’s near The slaves<\/p>\n