Had I Not Dared Break Free Or It Break Me
Had I Not Dared Break Free Or It Break Me
Had I not dared break free or it break me
would an unhappy soul have never sang
or songbird's nest grace willing willow tree
or prairie not fed herds of wild mustang.
Had I known, life too oft, becomes a joke
that Christmas snowmen far, far too soon melt
if farmer's fresh virgin ground never broke
and dawn's awakening in tired bones felt.
Can one ever know, why nights are oft feared
morn's clear calls are refused, even dreaded
as if dawn's open arms have disappeared
and its embrace is somehow wrongheaded.
Had I never climbed that first tall oak tree
Who or what on this earth would I now be?
Robert J. Lindley , 8-19-2017
Sonnet,( Why our children must dare to first do)
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