Henrik Berg

Rookie - 35 Points (October 1990 / Sweden)

Free - Poem by Henrik Berg

I am running through feilds of barley,
Running under skies of summer blue.
Jumping over streams and rocks
Not running from, not running to.

I am dancing in feilds of rapeseed,
Twirling through it's golden feild.
Barefeet in muddy pastures,
Come here and se what we'll yeild.

We'll tumble through every haystack,
Climb up in the tallest oak tree.
Our skin will be burned by the sunlight
But it's worth it, because we'll be free!

Come run with me, dance with me, tumble and roll.
Let us live in the now, and renounce selfcontroll.

Comments about Free by Henrik Berg

  • (10/5/2012 1:24:00 PM)

    Oh! how romantic you are, deep feelings, and well expressed thoughts. go on. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, August 19, 2012

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