Free Peaks
poem by:
John Ormerod
Written
on Jan 31, 2015
Free Peaks
Northern wind cold in heart
Mountain high is the start
Oh lonesome soul above
While down below dead dove.
Alone I am windswept Eden
Oh for this lonely garden
Vast skies blue believe
Make a place fit for Eve.
A tree stood weather beat
Wishing more for some heat
I feel so cold but not inside
For no where I can hide.
Freedom roam o'er moor
Better than concrete floor
Blood filled pumping through
Ecstasy exist so I can do.
Velvet soil, rocky brown as well
Lived and stayed away from Hell
Hill steep, wind a moan full crying
Elevate me to more wowing!
Oh freedom, this is bless
Alive 'twas without a guess
Soul together with the land
Something city would be bland.
Away Away from the smoke
People too who longing spoke
Up Up I am free
Like working living buzzing bee.
26th January 2010
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Cambria L. commented:
I like the poem
Michael Harlin
commented:
Great it is very creative and unique it is different from all the other poems I have read lol love it keep writing
