“Busted Open”
Reeling in the evening
waiting for the midnight sun
The pickeled door busted open releasing bricks weighing a ton
Half were warm, half were ice,
the unemployed spun fuzzy-dice
Marching forward while silently waiting
Rome was built while hesitating
A steeple stood where a pulpit fell,
freedom rang a torch-formed bell
God rejoiced as mature fruit ripened
Let freedom ring!
Just a guy on a Journey! 
Another absolute inspiration ! Your friends Betty and Becky
Thanks for reading Betty and Becky.
Bringing you before The Lord with a prayer of thanksgiving for the wonderful friend that I have found in you!
Thanks Betty, most mutual 🙂