Child, Running With The Wind Poem by james watkin

Child, Running With The Wind



A freer being
Sky's bird, on down
Was never heeded;
Nor exceeded.

Loving it wholly
Life, on this earth
Leaves him what other
Things to bother?

None perceptible;
As spoil his mind.
Hill-howled Care, delay
Looks of dismay!

Monday, September 7, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: childhood ,running
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james watkin

james watkin

Melbourne Australia
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