Freedom
Freedom is the green grass where the antelope roam
It’s the darndest yarn of cotton
It’s the bottom feed for human basics
Freedom is the buttress of the Moths wing
It’s the smile you give me
when you're in clover
Freedom is the languid river
And it’s the caterpillar’s prayer
And the hero’s scythe thrashing the tall weeds
I see a glade
for freedoms chance of burgess
Copyright © Antony Glaser | Year Posted 2023
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