Freedom In Chains Poem by soren Barrett

Wild green that lifts my breath below a sky serene so far from home
Red mud that clings to my feet brings a feeling of being held back, but so alone
A sun warm, dirt roads, on the horizon a coming storm, sky so blue
Rolling emerald fields, dripping sweat yields pools of pain missing you

No fences only the wind, combed wool clouds thinned, torn between us two
Rootless within, tumbleweeds spin, carried on a breeze that blew
Star's compass, no needle, soul does wheedle, pointing direction for weary feet
A shadow memory lags behind, solace to find, searching for slumber sweet

So long the road, thorns of conscience goad a vagabond to carry on
Songbirds tweet in hopes to greet an old friend on a distant lawn