Freedom – Holly Rene Hunter

In the sweet summer

below the rusty fasteners of

an old swing I pump the air

with the  spindly legs of childhood,

dream my wide eyed dreams of whirling

pathways to the beckoning sun.

My heart leaps at the sight of a brilliant

rainbow and with small fingers I reach up

to swathe its colors over a blue palette  sky.

Now I know about life, the real truth of it.

Now I know the swing is just freedom.


(copyright H. Rene Hunter)

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23 thoughts on “Freedom – Holly Rene Hunter

  1. Ohhhhh, I so love this!!!! Especially the lines – “I pump the air

    with the spindly legs of childhood,

    dream my wide eyed dreams of whirling

    pathways to the beckoning sun.”

    Awesome poem, My Dear Holly Rene Hunter!!!! I so love your full name on this!!! I will so encourage you to always use your full name! Bellissimo, Holly Rene Hunter, Bellissimo!
    LAH
    xoxoxo

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