Freedom
Walls and roofs are my jail.
The outdoors is my bail.
Endless human sounds
reverberate
off stacked bricks, and give
me headaches.
But the soaring robins chirp
in Spring,
making boundless horizons
sing.
I long to lie in fields of
green,
and inhale mountain air so
clean.
I look out an office window,
and see Summer grass start to
grow.
I sneak out and touch the
morning dew,
while marveling at the
sunrise too.
Big buildings are man’s
creation,
but rainstorms give me
elation
Because even walking on wet
sod,
reminds me of the power of
God.
Richard Sponaugle was born
4-20-60 in Maryland and raised in Northern Virginia. He received a BA from George Mason
University. A prolific poet and
songwriter, he has been published in many venues.
I work in the city. I live in the country. I am glad it is not the other way around... Loved your poem. Clever, entertaining, and in the process, substantive points clearly made... Nice.
ReplyDeleteRick,
ReplyDeleteThis poem is proof God is everywhere, in everything. I like the message and choice of rhyming words.
Your friend,
David Fox
Wonderful poem Richard...God's signature is there for the world to behold. He has not made Himself obscure. Enjoyed your poem. Good wishes, Chris~
ReplyDeleteYour poem is spot on, Rick. Thank you for sharing this wondrous world we live in via your words. Such gratitude you engender with your poem. Loved reading it.
ReplyDeleteHi Everyone,
ReplyDeleteThank you for these wonderful comments for Rick. I will send them to him. Rick, this is a creative and wonderful poem as others have already pointed out. Congratulations! Thank you for your continued support of Whispers, my friend.
Blessings,
Karen