Freedom

Sitting against J. Hopkins tombstone,
a late 1700s freed slave. To my left
lies his wife Ella, God she sure was
brave

At my feet are the headstones,
of all her babies graves.

I'm watching a bat dance against the
dusks, pink yellow white and blue
twilight sky.

I can feel its anticipation,
as i'm sure it can feel mine.

I hear a owl hooting, in the woods not
far from me. I can hear it in his
voice, he knows we'll soon be free

But not for the day birds, in their
prison they will sleep.

As the frogs and crickets chirps,
comes from what seem to be all around.
The sky begins to blacken, as i lay my
white candle down

The deer grazing in the field, celebrate without a sound.

Now i light my candle, whos light the
headstones seem to bar.I thank God for
the country sky, that boast so many stars.
But no i'm still not free, no not thus far.

Aah theres my freedom, as i reach for my guitar

W.A.M.

Nice poem .

Thank you

Great visualization.

Thank you Stormy
I wrote and posted that here in 2008 you might remember that. Like I said I haven't wrote in years

Youre welcome, 1000+.

I do remember it.

I hope you make time to start writing again.

Thank you but I'm too busy right now. Besides I'm just not feeling it these days

I like it...
As said very visual.

Thank you. When I wrote it I wrote actually what was happening at the time around me.