Tethered....

Tethered…. it seems I am some days

To the land of toil and duty

When in my dreams I would fly away

Through the mist and rainbows and beauty

Where rolling blue hills are not fantasy

And the heart of this girl were wild and free

But I am a servant of soil and dust

And cannot succumb to my wanderlust…..

Tethered….. it seems I am to demands

That some day shall slumber as I

What good is the labor of these two hands?

Will I simply work then die?

Nay, I say nay, may it never be

For who will live my dreams for me?

Or fly on its fair translucent wing

Will it die in the field like a wasted thing?

Tethered….. Perhaps if I let myself be

I would become a sad slave

But what good is work? It is vanity

As it rests with me in my grave

If there’s nothing new under the sun

And all that I do has already been done

Then pray oh tell me, tell me why

Can I not spread my wings and fly?

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Janet Martin