I see a swallow dart through the sky.
Its aerial dance proves that it is free.
As I marvel, I wonder who the choreographer is.
In the barn, there is a mountain of hay.
I play there jumping from bale to bale.
I can have fun today without any responsibilities.
I have begun to grow up now.
What I want most is to be myself.
I notice a bird near my home again.
Its freedom inspires me to excel.
W. Wayne B.
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