POEMS

I WANNA BE FREE

Bit depressing this one!
I was really struggling with bills at this time.
I like my home comforts too much to live in a field.
I WANT TO BE FREE

I want to be free
Free of mortages
Free of council tax
Free of bills

I want to live off the land
In an old wooden shack
In a field somewhere
Grow veg out the back

I want to light my own fire
Chop my own wood
Burn candles at night
Kill chickens for food

I want to ride to the trading post
On a stocky old mare
Swap goods for goods
So simple so fair

I just want to be free