Freedom
I enjoy the freedom of my own place,
Pretty with flowing trees.
I sit and stare up in space,
This is the place to be.
No engine noise, no kids that play,
An easy life to pass the day.
Just nature’s noise and the spatter of rain,
Gently tapping on my garden drain.
A log fire crackles glowing red,
My cat purrs content asleep.
I start to read in the warmth of my bed,
As the shadows begin to creep.
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