As i set beneath the tall oak tree,
I watch as the breeze ruffles the leaves.
I listen to the birds as they call to each other.
in the distance the barking of a square, I'm thinking
there must be a predator about.
The breeze seems to have taken my thoughts to
times long ago and far away.
A time when I was a child and I see my mother smile.
My siblings playing, arguing, crossing my arms on my chest
as I pout.
A time when family and friends watch me grow.
My thoughts go to the battle field that now is a wall
and traps me in my dreams.
I'm here until my dreams have wings and my thoughts
no longer knows fear.
As the battle begins I hear my name.
Again, louder i hear my name.
Again, much louder I hear my name.
This battle is over until my thoughts and dreams
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem