No place to feel free.....

Time to get away, take some time out,
traveling far, traveling wide.
Yet, it does not seem to matter where,
there is no place to feel free inside.

No place to feel free.....

High into the majestic mountains,
inhaling the fragrance of flowers and trees.
Little brown bag with sunflower seeds,
leaving a trail for birds and bees.

No place to feel free.....

Setting up a tent with hanging lanterns,
gathering wood, twigs for a crackling fire.
Assorted wrapped cheese, crackers and chips,
water, juice, soon the body begins to tire.

No place to feel free.....

Early morning, faint sounds in the distance,
as deer huddle and squirrels prance.
Birds of all color hover high on tree branches,
while rabbit's scurry performing an ancient dance.

No place to feel free.....

Small crystal raindrops decorate the tent,
in a multitude of designs slowly coming down.
Multi-color robust leaves of green shades,
plush soft soil in shades of black and brown.

No place to feel free.....

Still longing for a place to feel free inside,
perhaps walking on rocks by the seashore.
Standing as one, on the edge of eternity,
listening to seagulls, begging for so much more.

No place to feel free.....

Inhaling the rejuvenating fresh salty air,
listening to the ocean crawl and greet the sand.
As the ocean delicately soothes body and soul,
it somehow extends a magic helping hand.

No place to feel free.....

Relaxing, dreaming in a comfortable hammock,
the sprinkler watering everything in sight.
A variety of birds gathering to drink and bathe,
as the sun drifts west taking with it all-light.

No place to feel free.....

Guess this means time to get indoors,
before the mosquitoes have a chance to dine.
Spending the evening thinking about the day,
and maybe even a glass or two of fine wine.

No place to feel free.....

Written by:
Karen Palumbo
Photography by:
Robert Palumbo
6/7/2010 © All rights reserved