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                      The Summers early and its hot
                      Reluctantly I accept my lot
                      But I prefer the mountain air
                      When I was young and I was there
                      Youth ignores what’s round the bend
                      They think the day will never end
                      But age arrives, ready or not

                      Freedom is a mountain top
                      A feeling I have ne’re forgot
                      Where would I climb to it I would
                      What would I alter if I could? 
                      For I cry not for days gone by
                      As distant pictures float on by
                      There is a life that’s left behind
                      Freedom exists here in the mind


Copyright © Brian Cosgrove

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  1. Date: 10/28/2013 5:41:00 PM
    This is one great write. Folk have the wrong idea about freedom, but you most certainly have got it right. Freedom is in nature and the still mind. I enjoyed this write very much...peter

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    Date: 10/28/2013 7:52:00 PM Block poet from commenting on your poetry

    Hi Peter, I had to go back and read it again Freedom is a Hawk circling on high Freedom lives in a mind set free Fortunate are we who believe
  1. Date: 10/19/2013 5:24:00 PM
    Hi Daver Good to hear from you,We of earlier times I am a nature lover and in this time is irelavent Faith is real Love is all Thx Brian

  1. Date: 10/19/2013 10:32:00 AM
    Good to hear from you, Brian. At 85 I can certainly relate. The world I knew as a young man no longer exists. I cannot relate to 2000. What the hell. I don't have to. Thank ya, Jesus. Love, daver