Saturday, September 8, 2012

Freedom


Even though the sign declared they were “free”
the used stove, the washing machine and a box of books
remained together on the front lawn.
They had nowhere else to go,
this was the only life they had ever known..
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  1. Ginny BrannanSeptember 9, 2012 at 1:05 PM

    Metaphorically very clever. Point made!

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  2. AnonymousSeptember 12, 2012 at 10:56 AM

    another beautiful piece of poetry,

    your blog is like a cool rain forests, with loads of treasure in hidden,

    keep it up.
    welcome to poets rally any time.

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