I realize now, they should never allow me to stay near a computer this long: that keyboard is mesmerizing… well, keep on posting then…
I Yearn to find a Land so Free
[ ~a poem by ~burning woman~ ]
I yearn to find a land so free,
Where no one need ever fear
From animals or man, thee, or me.
I yearn to see the trees in bloom
Each with a nest in its branches
From which birds sing, no fear of doom.
I yearn to lie on grasses soft
Lulled by waters pure and sweet
Gentle winds holding clouds aloft.
I yearn to see the sun slowly setting
To happy laughter and songs of joy
In the east an orange moon rising.
I yearn to watch a spreading gloaming
Across sweet-scented hay meadows
And on a butte the killdeer piping.
I yearn for the night to claim my bones
Giving me rest in simple dreams,
My name spelled on a gravestone.