Freedom Poem by Pieter van Wyk

The boy stood in the field
His freedom did not yield
For now - in this moment
He was free

First he walked
And his heart pounded in his chest
Then he ran
And he lost his heart in the free wind

There were no chains that bound him
The lust for freedom was no longer a sin
The excitement grew and grew
These feelings he felt was something new

He looked up to the pale blue sky
He wished he could reach so high
And touch the soft, fluffy cloud
And not fear the thunder so loud

Then the storm came in
The darkness would win
But he was reminded - he still has another day
And the darkness went away

Then the rain came pouring down
The tears in which he thought he would drown
But then he remembered - the good old days
The memories came flashing like waves

Then the wind came and it blew
Back came the freedom he once knew
So he played in the field once again
Freedom was his - he will never give in

The sun kissed the earth softly on her lips
The day drew to a close as the little boy skips
Back to home to lay soft in his bed
All this was just a memory in his head

© Pieter J. van Wyk