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.