Unbounded

Unbounded



Eighty two thousand three hundred hands,
Raised high and sky-chopping,
Cutting the Tallahassee wind—
Seminole Wind—together.

Eighty two thousand three hundred voices,
Chanting, battle-ready,
Summoning Osceola’s force:
Triumphant breath, together.

Eighty two thousand three hundred minds,
Shaped, molded and made strong,
Forged in chieftains’ glowing wisdom,
Spreading brilliance, together.

Eighty two thousand three hundred heroes,
Bowdens, Wards and Stroziers,
Sligers, us, and our progeny:
Legacies bound, together.

Eighty two thousand three hundred souls,
Climbing among fallen
Brothers and fathers, buoyantly
Rise still higher, together.

Eighty two thousand three hundred warriors,
Victories shared—wrought spoils—
Doak’s village of millions rumbles:
Unconquered land, together.

Eighty two thousand three hundred,
          Champions,
On sacred battlegrounds,
Unbounded by cosmic frontiers:
Seminole Nation, together.


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