Through bars looking at nature's free range!

Through bars looking at nature's free range!

A Poem by andrew mitchell

I was no more on the trail,
as I was crossing the line;
both were forbidden,
confined to the inside world
where knowledge is power,
and eggs rock and rolled,
but the belief continues
if only in legend....
when the chicken crossed the road.

© 2017 andrew mitchell


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Go chicken go! Break free from the iconoclasts! From the literal and figurative ties that bind...I'm with you for a try at escape. Free-Range Poet! Great.

Posted 8 Years Ago


andrew mitchell

8 Years Ago

thank you annette lol. love your reviews.

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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

adelaide, Australia



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