The Liberty to Wander

Mon, 03/28/2016 - 10:07 -- SLynnCC

Two feet slap hard on the black pavement.

The blur of the city scape flashes by

Forcing my eye

to watch the bustling people,

to watch to rustling people,

to watch the restless world.


Three miles gone.

The world fades.

No longer shades of grey,

just vibrant green.

The cattle’s eyes gleam

As they stare.

Admiring my liberty.

Watching me go

Watching me know

That here, I am free.


For without my freedom

to get lost

I would be lost.

The change in scenery

allows for me

to relax.

To each new place, I can adapt.

No boredom to eat at me

No same old view for me to see

Always something new

Something new to view

Something new to keep me sane.

This poem is about: 
My community
My country


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