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)