Matthew Brackley Poet Ballad

Quad

I looked out the window 
the light, streaming down 
amongst the trees 
reflecting on me 

To walk amongst the trees, 
a simple pleasure 
Fresh scent of pine 
mind , at ease 

I heard birds, 
shadows flying from tree to tree 
My hand to touch 
This roughness of bark 
Such thoughts , absurd 

How the deepening light, 
changes the colour of the trees 
I have seen this view 
Three thousand and six hundred and fifty times 
Memorised it too 
Always a delight 

The physical bonds that hold me, 
are permanent... 
Ten years ago, 
the broken back, 
shackled me so 

I am amongst the trees 
I never went away 
For ,the mind is always free 
Living another forest day 

I cannot move, 
the way I used to 
The mind is never chained, 
yet in this chair, 
my body remained 

To walk amongst the trees, 
a simple pleasure 
Thoughts to treasure 
One day... 
Please.... 

I feel, 
yet I cannot touch 
the trees 
I feel the wind 
Blowing through 
I wish i could too 

Slow silent tears fall, 
the light streaming down 
amongst the trees 
I never went away... 
I visited you... 
every day...

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