Over Yonder~a poem

3.01.2015



Over Yonder
the wind blows
cool gusts
rustling the green blades of grass

Over Yonder 
the sun shines
with endless light
and continuous warmth
 
Over Yonder, 
a thick mist
settles over the earth
like a foggy blaket

Over Yonder,
Trees, with thick limbs
scale to the sky
waiting to be climbed

Over Yonder,
You are free.
~
Free. I love that word. It makes me think of
this wide open field with flowers growing every which way.
It has a bright blue sky that stretches for miles and a sun that shines 
brightly over head. And it has trees to climb.
What does free mean to you?
Emily
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6 comments:

  1. Eleanor1.3.15

    I love the "Over Yonder, You are free." part. Such a lovely ending.

    - Ellie

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    1. emily 1.3.15

      Thanks Ellie! I really didn't, um *clears throat* know how else to end it...
      ~Emily

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  2. Abigail Lennah1.3.15

    Over Yonder! I love the meaning of free, too; being able to do what I love and being able to explore the world is what freedom means for me, at least. ^.^

    xoxo Morning

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    1. emily 2.3.15

      I love exploring the world!
      Morning is a pretty name!
      ~Emily

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  3. Unknown2.3.15

    This was beautiful! x
    http://newlittlethought.blogspot.com/

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  4. emily 2.3.15

    Thanks Natalie!
    ~Emily

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