Oh, if I could run free with the wild horses
I'd run and I would keep going and never stop.
Oh,if I could keen with my brothers the wolves
I'd cry sorrow and call for the freedom we lost.
If I could pick up my legs and just gallop away
my footprints would be pounded in the earth eternal
If I could hunt with my pack , coexist as one
our cries would be recorded in a wild journal.
Oh if I could race out my heart and challenge the wind
Even if I lost ,my lose would be mine to own
Oh, If I could speak the name of a word to feel its birthing roots
If freedom were the word-then I am coming home.
A contest entry
- Write Me A Poem!!! How Hard Is That? by PerfectImperfection.
600 points, ended October 28, 2008, 16 entries
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Comments
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There is something quite peaceful about this, as it possesses that certain depth to provoke the mind.
[["Even if I lost ,my lose" = lose? loss ..]]
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