L Milton Hankins Poet Sonnet

Longing To Be Free

I suppose I have been thoroughly gentrified
No lover of the old country bluegrass, I
Was country-bred and to poverty born,
And suppose back home in the hills I shall die
'Midst the high mountain's air now rarified,
I shall go back when aged like many others
To stroll the worn, beaten paths I remember
While I can before the urban life smothers,
And I am become another victim terrified
By angry waves of petrifying lawlessness
And sore deprivation in great time of need
In mind I have grown increasingly restless,
Mindful how the world around me might be
Finding myself, desperately longing to be free.

written September 12, 2021

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Shirley Hawkins September 14, 2021 at 1:00 AM I can relate to this...

Delice Arleen Skelly September 13, 2021 at 2:06 AM I think when we return to a place remembered from our youth the memories and realities collide, never quite lives up to expectations. mind you bluegrass and mountains might be an exception to the rule...Delice

Caren Krutsinger September 12, 2021 at 12:38 PM I want to be free of this too "before the urban life smothers, And I am become another victim terrified By angry waves of petrifying lawlessness" L Milton Hankins September 12, 2021 at 5:55 PM Do you think that subconsciously we all have a desire to return to the places of our childhood before we die? I wonder.