Fancy-Free
When I was fourteen I was bored with me.
The older boys had an eye for the girls,
The younger ones still played marbles, you see,
And I was stuck 'tween the games and the curls.
My grandpa is a wise old man, thought I.
So I asked him what a young boy should do.
"Hear the wind,my boy, could that be a sigh?
Follow the hawk, see the world from his view."
"Let your senses lead you to anywhere -
You will not be young and carefree again.
It is called 'fancy-free' and you should share
This time with body and soul like all men"
I heard his words and let my spirit roam.
"Fancy free" took me away - brought me home.
5/24/2017
For Fancy Free Poetry Contest for Julia Ward
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