Here, in my island of peace, I gather the flowers of <br />the field found only in the beauty of the written <br /> word. Like the sparrow in the tree and with modest needs, <br />I am free to fly at will. <br />© Joe Fazio<br /><br />(brief renderings) Joe Fazio<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/at-long-last-free/
