Freedom Considered
FREEDOM, considered, seems to be
Only another boundary,
Only another boundary,
And liberty a picket fence
With one small gate of common sense
With one small gate of common sense
And pointed palings of control
Marking the meadow of the soul.
Marking the meadow of the soul.
And if in time my fence and gate
Seem insolent and obdurate,
Seem insolent and obdurate,
And if rebelliously I lean
Over the gate or look between
Over the gate or look between
The palings and grow keen for some
Unending jaunt to Kingdom Come,
Unending jaunt to Kingdom Come,
I shall remember in my wrath
I set the posts, I nailed the lath,
I set the posts, I nailed the lath,
And built this sturdy fence to be
My own preferred austerity.
My own preferred austerity.