by Mia Marks

Created on: July 16, 2009

I CAN

The cool embrace of the rain gives ease to my sunburnt skin,

I've been on the move for many days, chasing a personal whim.

My horse is tired, his head hanging down, my dog lies in the shelter of a tree.

I've boiled my billy, I lean back on my swag and analyse my whim to be free.

I keep in mind why I wanted to leave, to be rid of the encumbrance of society.

What use are the trappings of a busy city life, all I want is to be on my own and be me.

I can watch the sun rise over the trees, and the wild geese pattern the skies.

The chatter of geckos clinging to leaves, gravitation they seem to defy.

I can hunt for food, I can fish the streams, I can survive on my own I am sure.

I can strive to find that peace of mind, I can discard what was before.

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