Treasure Island

Diana Rosser


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Freedom

I shall just lie here and feel the wind blow gentle.
I shall just lie here and listen to the song in the trees.
I shall just lie here
as the bees keep busy,
and shut my eyes lightly
under shimmering blue.

I can sleep easy as the wind licks around me.
I can sleep easy beneath this cherished English sky.

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