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Wild and Free


Rusty Broadspear

Like strands of beautiful black silk, the dark rain

Delicately dripped from the foliage,

Giving off a wild sweet perfume.

As the orange ball of fire dipped dramatically,


An eerie glow capped the treetops,

Tomorrow was entering nature’s womb.

Wildlife cackling, far away, in the distant hills.

I stood still, aware of possible predators,


But all was clear, my mind took me home.

A six month courtship with nature, was all I’d had,

But it was serious and would last forever,

Here I would stay and live and roam.


Home was thousands of miles and years away,

A foreign city that never sleeps,

With people and money, never lies still.

I see a pond with a shroud of evening mist


Through which clouds of insects dart

On the evening air, their chattering so shrill.

Every turn that nature takes is so wonderful,

I decide to lay my head,


And let this wondrous union lead me to sleep.

I dream that we are as one with the universe,

And that everything I see is a source of light.

A dream to remember and forever to keep.

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