5.07.2013

The Rescue

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Pacing the borders
confined

boundary lines defined

by smells
he knows well

There is safety in familiarity
he inhales deep
smells freedom

longs to travel roads less traveled
breathe in the open air 

yearns in solitude
for boundless path 
and wild pack

dreams of wings...

or maybe
 just to be unshackled

yet,
there is security
 in chains

he lays
stretches long
on soft grass

slips away
contented

dreams 
 of wooded places
wandering...

nose down
an endless journey.



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7 comments:

  1. there is a sadness beneath this a bit to me at least...there is security in chains...we must weigh that which we chain ourselves to...and there is something of running with the right pack too...smiles.

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  2. Lovely words here, Dawn. Bless you this week!

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  3. Beautiful. You have such a way with words.

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  4. Dawn: This speaks to my heart.

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  5. Oh to be your doggy. So sweet. Thanks for the warm fuzzy thoughts.

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  6. Firstly, I absolutely Love the sounds of the sea. I am so relaxed and thank you for that. Love your poem of a yearning for a change yet a safety of where one is at. Beautiful poem...

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walk along the shore with me and leave your footprints in the sand-
I'm listening, friend...in November I will not be replying so often, but instead slip quietly over to your place for a visit. ;)