Homestead...
My House — it stood — in Shadowed Oak —
Upon the Crossroad — of the Town —
My Eye — renounced — the Common Folk —
My Mind — Unburdened — Overgrown —
As if the Snow — on Mountain Crest —
My World — lies sheltered — From the Rest —
I'm Out — of Public Places — Now.
From Stage — where Falsehoods — Bound.
No Walls — to cage — my Vow —
And Freedom — All Around!
The Raven — is my Neighbour — Best —
Silent — or turning — O’er the Pane —
Here — I — do write — my Final Test —
Which No-one — shall — Attain.
As if the Snow — on Mountain Crest —
My World — lies sheltered — From the Rest —
I'm Out — of Public Places — Now.
From Light — that Burns — the Ground.
No Walls — to cage — my Vow —
And Freedom — All Around!
I'm Out — of Public Places — Now.
From Noise — that Kills — the Sound.
No Walls — to cage — my Vow —
And Freedom — All Around!
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