Freely Roam
You know I long to roam, at my will
Like wildlife and buffalo
In the wild backdrop of forested hills
I see herds on the path, just downhill
Past steaming springs, bubbling above ground
It makes me long to roam, at my will
I hike back trails and hear unknown trills
Listen to muffled messages in tall grasses
Against a wild backdrop of forested hills
Pronghorn deer fly with effortless skill
Unbound in the valley below
And it makes me long to roam, at my will
I hear the osprey – a shrill
Cry amidst a settled peacefulness here
And it makes me long to freely roam, at my will
In the wild backdrop of forested hills
©prasanta December 2016
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This poem is a villanelle (my first attempt) and written for a poetry prompt about Yellowstone Park for Tweetspeak Poetry. I had the privilege of visiting Yellowstone for the first time this past August; a fascinating, unusual, and beautiful place.
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