Poem -
Freedom Runners
They took to hill
As dashing beasts,
Fitting for a meal
Although the incline
Was a foothill to a mountain;
And mountainsÂ
Can be monsters,
Putting to rest those childish fears
We find their eagle souls soaring,
BreastingÂ
The nipple of Dante's infernal peak
Where finish line of time
Awaits with victory milk.
No more
Meticulous fields of slave,
Now open doors
Can furnish
Bigger, and better tables of wood
Where......
Worthy men's meals can beÂ
Served, greeted with bigger smiles;
And we are all better...
Than the labels of assumption.
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Comments
Love this! Made me want to dash to that foothill!!!
Thank you Ann, going to check out more of your work.
Holy s**t luv this
The nipple of Dante's infernal peak
Where finish line of time
Awaits with victory milk.
Lol. I appreciate that Mark, the inspiration comes at the weirdest times and with the weirdest wordings but you can't pass up how it sounds to your ears.
Hi Devon, lovely great write, Breath taking. Warm regards. Cheers.
Thank you so much kindest Cleo, cheers to you for reading and commenting.