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No Longer Free

written by: hedgehog


Within the space of every moment
As I stand alone on this mountain top
Surveying my future far below me
Nothing moves save the Red Kite 
Sailing the thermal, wings motionless

Quietness and peace settles my mind as
I enjoy the solitude which silence brings
Body rigid the winds power cleansing me
Rain stains my cheeks as I slowly descend
Back to the valley bottom no longer free

I walk the canal beside Long Wood
Its cold clear water gently rippling
Swans with cygnets gently glide by 
Mosses cling to the gnarled oak trees
Autumn's clothes adorn these giants

Pulling my mind around the tangled weeds
I am walking the valley floor human again
Here where all is pressure and turmoil
A chaotic existence so far removed
From my early morning freedom

I've returned to this hurly burly world
A milk float, crates rattling, passes by
Its noise accompanies my journey 
Back to the sound of this busy valley
Its daily beat delivers me back to reality



I'm a retired Civil Servant, I worked for the Ministry of Defence retiring at the age of fifty. I am now seventy years of age and was encouraged by my good friend Annie Mulholland in February 2016 to write short stories and poetry as she thought I was well capable of writing both. I started writing in earnest in June of 2016. I have joined a writing group "Tenovus write with us".

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