Anyway back to the poetry. Here is the last poem I did in the revised form.
Flying Free
Flying free over all my foes.
Flying free, for freedom I can know.
Flying free over all the lakes.
Flying free, so thrills I can take.
Flying free is all I want to do.
Flying free, I feel brand new.
Flying free, my sorrows all fade.
Flying free, I am no longer afraid.
Flying free my troubles aren't what they seem.
Flying free I'm so happy I could gleam.
Flying free is all that I need.
Flying free, I am the true me.
Kayla Goodwin
Revised: August 21, 2009
I wish I hadn't had waited so long to get back to blogging, but I guess I was busy and just kind of never felt like I had the time. I promise I will stay up to date with it. Since I have 2 online classes maybe I will remember now. We will see.
Freedom
Freedom is more than doing what you want.
Freedom is being able to see things in your own way.
Freedom is being able to spread your wings and fly off into the horizon.
Freedom is being able to be what and who you want to be.
Yet freedom is still much more than this.
Freedom is being able to take off the chains that bind you to the wall.
Freedom is being able to leave your cold, damp cell.
Freedom is what everyone dreams of even if they are told they are free.
So what does it truly mean to be free?
Maybe one day we will know, but for right now we dream of being free.
Kayla Goodwin
Original: March 5, 2004
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