Freedom
I ride the horse by the shore when I have time.
I urge him to run fast
as the wind.
Our hair flows behind us
As we crash against the waves
And my brain is made a swirl of nothing.
I ask myself at times what my horse thinks.
Am I just a speck of dust in his eyes?
Freedom is the highest thing.
As I look into his eyes, I know he has it.
Although I hold his reins,
he can run wild at any moment.
And when he is at rest,
in his eyes is freedom.
A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
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