Just for a day
John T. Huddy
If I could be myself for just one day,
I would Iie in a golden field of rye,
and gaze upon the bright blue sky,
until heaven fell upon my brow,
until the change of seasons
enveloped me.
To touch the Earth
Study a grain of sand,
Smell the wild flower's fresh aroma,
Nature in its purest forms
Valhalla in its simplest dimension
To bend like a tree
swaying in a noontime breeze,
stretching limbs out into the air,
moving in dance to the rhythms of the wind.
To fly like a bird, free as could be
To go anywhere at any speed.
If I could be myself for just one day,
I would lie in a golden field of rye
and gaze upon the bright blue sky,
until heaven fell upon my brow,
until the change of seasons
enveloped me.
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