This poem comes from Autumn Leaves:
Oh, Merry Go Round of life,
Treadmill of my dreams,
High-rise buildings blot out the sun,
Slum sections teeming decay
And suppressed life, despair.
A question, urgently stirring
About wings spread and whirring.
Freedom to move in uncluttered space —
Tiny forms darting and blurring.
Will the swallows care to come back to Capistrano?
Posted on September 21, 2013, in Uncategorized and tagged autumn leaves, Capistrano, dreams, freedom, Life, nature, poem, Poetry, Question, swallows, Treadmill, wings. Bookmark the permalink. 2 Comments.