Sean Redenbaugh

Poetry

Wings Of Freedom

Like birds so high up in the airJust soaring by without a careWith gentle wind upon my faceForever touched by simple grace

Like leaves still falling from a treeOn my own so wild and freeWithout a thought of where to landA tiny part of something grand

Just floating through this life with prideOn wings of freedom I shall glideWith skies so endless and so brightI’ll always be a bird in flight