It took me awhile,
Hit and miss.
I envy your Freedom.
I had that once, too.
But gave it up to be safe.
Except in my Heart,
there's always a part
That runs wild and Free
Through forests and mountains,
Canyons and crevices
Looking always at the
marvelous, mysterious world
And Loving it!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem