My usual hard-sole morning walk
My candid talk with the devils in me
My necessary ritual right on cue as always
And the images from my mental shelf
Tumble out, then push and shove for prominence
The usual stop near the tall reeds
The soothing dose of lilting bird song
The throaty baritone of the lazy bull frog
And the rapture is complete and infectious
In this mellifluent music of the open air
The unfailing breeze whistles a tune of freedom
As the supple green reeds dance to the elements
Freedom is all around and I am a firm believer
A willing cadre on this road that travellers tread
And for one sated moment I am Che in a beret
Free to roam and free to wish for and dream
Of a world where life is a daily festival
Oct 4, 2015
Oct 4, 2015 at 11:00 AM UTC
My usual hard-sole morning walk
My candid talk with the devils in me
My necessary ritual right on cue as always
And the images from my mental shelf
Tumble out, then push and shove for prominence
The usual stop near the tall reeds
The soothing dose of lilting bird song
The throaty baritone of the lazy bull frog
And the rapture is complete and infectious
In this mellifluent music of the open air
The unfailing breeze whistles a tune of freedom
As the supple green reeds dance to the elements
Freedom is all around and I am a firm believer
A willing cadre on this road that travellers tread
And for one sated moment I am Che in a beret
Free to roam and free to wish for and dream
Of a world where life is a daily festival
