FREEDOM
I saw a white plastic bag being chased along
By the strong wind who sang a playful song,
It tossed and twisted that plastic bag with glee,
I tried to catch it but it went past too fast for me.

It seemed to be having fun being blown all about,
The noise it made darting up and down was a shout
Of happiness for it was free no longer was it bound,
Then the wind played a trick, a new pleasure found.

It blew the bag close to the branches of a tall bare tree,
The poor bag was entangled, was no longer going free,
It tugged and pulled and shook itself but firm it did stay,
However hard it tried it was unable to fly off and get away.

There maybe a lesson in this sight I saw earlier today,
If we wander off afar we may get trapped in some way,
Staying in our sphere doing all the many things we ought,
Following the right way, doing the things we are taught.

I felt sorry for the plastic bag now torn and tangled in that tree,
But am grateful for the lesson that it quietly taught to me,
A plastic bag is quite useful for many different kinds of things,
But not made to float on high or the sorrow wandering brings.

(Millicent)Ann Margetson 8 February 2004