Free

Free to wander as we please,

Free to catch that subtle breeze,

That sweeps down off the mounain top,

It’s cold and chill from that long drop.

We rarely meet a human here,

And if we do, we disappear

We are wild at heart and very shy

So if you spot us, pass on by.

© Caro Ness 2015    

 

Life Story

I wrote the story of my life

In pencil,

So I could erase

The moments 

I stumbled, crumpled,

And got kicked

When I was down.

I then rewrote them,

In a firmer hand,

With hope, and love,

And joy in my heart,

And stepped into

A brighter future.

© Caro Ness 2015