Poem written from art.

She looked out across the field

She saw the grass so tall

She felt the wind blow through

She heard the people

The people far off in the barn

She didn’t want to go back again

She liked the freedom

She liked the space

It was her time to get away

This was her place

Her place to enjoy living

Without those voices

Saying nothing but trouble

So she sat in the grass

And stared at the house

Her hair flying with the breeze

She enjoyed every moment

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