Freedom’s Great Reward
A glimmer, a spark, movement in the dark,
And I begin. I thump and I roll,
A rhyme and a reason, untold:
A fight to the life I’ve been given.
A beat, a rhythm, Freedom is born,
Hungry and weak, and alone
It starts as a twinkle in my eye,
The Freedom Fire is kindled.
It sleeps, but it grows, a direction it knows,
Fanned by imagination’s flame,
Each individual, every person
Carries Freedom’s seed in his soul.
A glimmer, a spark, Freedom builds within,
A yearning, an energy to Be,
A Vision it gives to my path,
Satisfaction: Freedom’s great reward.
bekindrewrite said:
Fantastic rhythm to these words.
blogsense-by-barb said:
Thank ya, ma’am! 🙂
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The Lime said:
Absolutely love this. It’s just the perfect turn of an old phrase.
blogsense-by-barb said:
Thank you very much! I did try to expand it, but … it just wouldn’t go! lol