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A spot of sunlight

Articles with the poem tag

Tue 12 January 2016

Personal

By oak

Freedom

To be free is to be an eagle soaring through the clouds, To be free is to be unchallenged and respected, To be free is to be a tumbleweed rolling across the desert, To be free is to be a honored guest anywhere, To be free is to have no home but to roam...

Tue 12 January 2016

Personal

By oak

Rain

When the rain pours down it is like a forbidden religion, When you hear the ratta-tat-tat of the rain drumming against your window, You wish you were out in it, jumping, running, and laughing, For when it rains, life is just around the corner.

Sun 01 November 2015

Personal

By Austin

Sunlight

Trees. Flowers. Mountains. Bend in road. Clamoring. Horses and men coming. Weapons and armour. Sweat. Recognition. Hatred. Fear. Fleeing. They follow. Off the path. Between the cedars. She trips. She cries out. Look back. Anguish. Dismounting horses....