Sylvia Thomas

Rookie (Los Angeles)

Freedom - Poem by Sylvia Thomas

Whilst your soul dances,
beneath the cradle of heaven's stars,
the tall grass gently caresses
your ankles.

With the hand,
that is bound by no chains,
And the eyes,
that see the heavens the skies behold.

Neither the cloud,
that flows in a rhythmic pattern
Nor the bird
who is set off course by another.

You are the wind,
You are the one,
to control your own fate,
because you are free.


Comments about Freedom by Sylvia Thomas

  • Vidyadhar Durgekar (7/8/2008 11:00:00 AM)

    A good theme with excellent diction......... (Report)Reply

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  • (9/7/2006 10:43:00 PM)

    erm...Steve..my name's not wendy. thanks for your comment anyway! (Report)Reply

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  • (9/7/2006 7:56:00 AM)

    Hi Wendy - I love this poem - another great concept with well woven language.
    Tnaks
    Steve
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  • (9/7/2006 7:18:00 AM)

    simply gr8 thought..love this poem... (Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, September 7, 2006

Poem Edited: Friday, September 3, 2010


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