Free
i sit here thinking of what to write
instead i'm thinking
about where i want to be
in a dark woods surrounded
protected by tall trees
living in a homemade log cabin
on the tip of a lake
secluded from everyone
sometimes scared to be hidden
at times i'd shiver from the cold
even when the fires lit
living off the land like we're suppose to
not corrupted by a workforce
or ungrateful gov't, but just free
Copyright © Karen Croft | Year Posted 2012
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