Freestate Farm

I awake to your early morning winter scene
Golden yellow grass, on your voluptuous hills
Your white grey blanket in the sky
Reflecting the pride of the green islands
The gentle wind caressing the scene

Your silence filled with possibility
And speaks the language of my heart
You tell you tales of freedom, of adventure
You hold the record of the past, mystery of the future
But itís the now, the now that consumes me

I want to sleep on your golden floor
With your grey white blanket
I want to caress your voluptuous hills
With the souls of my feet, I want to explore
I want this absolute freedom, my soul set alight

Poetry by Willem
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Written on 2017-10-28 at 10:48

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Kathy Lockhart
Splendor! That's the word that comes to mind after reading this beautiful poem. It is full of splendor and I feel it. Love it! bookmarked**

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You paint a sensuous portrait of your land, and your affection for it.