The spirit of freedom

I can feel the wind on my face,

As I set a lively pace;

Along meadows and lanes I race,

With admirable subtlety and grace;

I run from suffering and sorrow,

Which are rooted deep in the in the marrow;

I glance at the deer that graze,

A sight that sets the fire of freedom ablaze!

With all I have, forward I move -

My perseverance, courage and mettle to prove;

An unleashed force which knows no bounds,

That takes me far from these hellish hounds;

I race for the world to see

That I am now irrevocably free!

-                                                  -  J. Joelah Christlin

                                            II BA English