Statue of Liberty.

Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame,

With conquering limbs astride from land to land;

Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand

A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame

Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name

Mother of Exiles. From her beacon-hand

Glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command

The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame.

"Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!" cries she

With silent lips. "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!"

Writen By: Emma Lazarus, 1883

Statue of Liberty: Freedom.

My personal response to this poem is that the staue is very important to our nation.

It represents us in our own proud way.

I think the statue means everything to people who come into the United States.

A women who gives a message to humans, they pass and admire her beauty.

"I lift my lamp beside the golden door. "

My favorite part!

She's our key, our light, to freedom.

She offers what she has to everyone who wants to enter the golden door.

They expect a united country; full of life and future.

A place they can call home.

Thats what this amazing treasured United States holds for man kind.

The Statue of Liberty says it all.