Fences may restrict you <br />And those the Hunter has so much <br />Like prey you feel caged, that is true <br />And you just cannot bloom as such. <br /> <br />The greens are open, so be free <br />The choices vast and exciting <br />Migrate to tales of ABC <br />There poetry does the undressing. <br /> <br />We find it Home to have some lines <br />Drawn to say 'where we cross the street' <br />All ages read between the lines, <br />And this the Hunter fairly meets. <br /> <br />Bloom and go where you want to <br />Never impose what you think <br />Rules are good and fences too, <br />These will not let our morals sink. <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />'Train up a child in the way he should go, <br /> and when he is old, he will not depart from it.' <br /> <br /> Proverbs 22: 6<br /><br />Cynthia BuhainBaello<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hunter-fences/
