Freedom Flight
‘The Club’, by Zig, 2001, acrylic on canvas, Boom Gate Gallery
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Poetry
I stand at my door and watch the birds
As they spread their wings and fly
Oh how wonderful my life would be
If I could fly so high
I'd peruse the vacant skyline
Before I take to flight
Feel the magic as the soft winds blow
As I rise up, to a soaring height
As I glide through the heavenly clouds
And gaze at the distant earth below
My freedom has never felt grander
And my soul has a peaceful, inner glow
Flying high across the valleys
The mountains, rivers and trees
Not concerned where my journey takes me
To have the freedom of “shooting the breeze”
In the distance I see a large building
It's where I'll take refuge for the night
Flying down I look for a landing
To rest my weary body, from its flight
In an instant my body jolts and I awaken
I sit up and my blood runs pale
Rubbing my eyes, I realise I've been dreaming
Oh dear God, I'm still locked up in jail!
Date Published
November 11, 2025
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