Caged Hope
Caged Hope
The window cool to my face as I lay my head against it
the closeness reveals the dinginess and chipped paint
showing many seasons forgot
A small robin bounces in the charred yellow grass
hoping against hope to find a meal in this dry, desolate land
looking as weary and depressed as I
Noticing me looking through the glass,
somewhat curious or maybe in disdain he sides his head
and takes to flight, something is sure to be over the next hill
Escape all in flight, renew hope
silence overtakes the noise below
climbing higher as the wind cools, refreshes
Yes ,just over the next hill
all will be wonderful, all problems solved
new start, new scenery, all forgotten
My finger making circular motions on the window
pulls me reluctantly from holiday, but for a moment
I was there
Copyright © Warren Stafford | Year Posted 2007
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