sitting on the lush green grass <br />the child at my heels <br />we painted off-cuts <br />pine statements <br />blocks in squares <br />liberated from the saw <br />and the man watched from the window <br />wishing it were him <br />who could be so free and unassuming <br /> <br />yet <br /> <br />liberty cannot be handed on a plate <br />time gives us liberation <br />when at last <br />we recognise her joy <br />within <br />our own sanctuary <br /> <br />and remembering <br />that <br />liberty <br />has no fence <br />but gathers harmony <br />within <br />our own consciousness<br /><br />Penny Hemans<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/liberty-13/
