FreedomA Poem by ronFreedom Our freedom is like the winds blowing over the plains and across the shoals of our life. It changes with the seasons and refuses to bend to the will of the mountains It can shape its surroundings over time It cannot be suppressed or forced in one direction How the higher powers have longed to control it How they have hated it for being free How they have wished they could be as powerful as is in its calmest time And how they have hated it for its power to be free Freedom in all its glory cannot be anything but what it is in its purest form. © 2013 ronAuthor's Note
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