First Bubble This Child Blows Poem by james watkin

First Bubble This Child Blows



First bubble this child blows
If unconsciously
Freedom's thought, too, goes.
Sunned, suns beyond. See?

Wondrous wandered after.
A new conception.
Like that, yellowed, pored o'er
Shaped by Jefferson. *

*Declaration of independence

Thursday, August 18, 2022
Topic(s) of this poem: freedom
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james watkin

james watkin

Melbourne Australia
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