Posted by: Ron DuBour | September 30, 2014

Poetry~by Mary Cecil



Poetry ~by Mary Cecil

I could have been a city woman,
Trapped in traffic and clocks
Live by the hour and sell your soul,
But I am not

Nameless and faceless,
The living dead
The only hope,
To die in a bed

Who cares, who knows,
Like rats in a cage
Gone in the drink,
Or die in a rage

But here I am,
Way out at sea
Living with nature,
And I am free

Where birds soar high
With joy I find
I am alive
Beyond the grind

Mary Cecil
Rathlin Island
Northern Ireland


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