Vision Verse Poems - Freedom Ship

FREEDOM SHIP

The colors in the water
Still make elusive shapes
Reflecting all the memories
Even as time escapes

Once I ran with the wild boys
Along these crazy banks
Breaking every fragile rule
Laughing at our pranks

I wonder is this river
Still magic any more
Or were the dreams abandoned
On the playground of this shore

I remember the hills and the valley floor
Three young boys sneaking out the door
One September evening late
Silent shadows moving out the gate

The autumn air was strangely still
The sound of feet running up the hill
Blue black clouds swept in the night
We reached the top and what a sight

The moonlit river calling us down
The hidden treasure quickly found
The blanket lifted with a silent stare
At the sacred vessel floating there

That raft became our freedom ship
When life became a chain
Now I’ve come from far away
To ride that ship again

The sky is open wide tonight
And full of shining stars
The sound of running water
Sends a signal to my heart

The hills are alive and rolling
The grass blows in the wind
I can almost hear them calling me
Daring me to begin

Could it be that fear is worse
Than what I’m frightened of
What a shame to waste a chance
To ride the ship I love

A sudden croaking bullfrog
Takes me by surprise
I’m laughing as I blink the mist
From foggy, distant eyes

I’m free within this moment
From the chains of my routine
Washing all the doubts away
And starting over clean

Running to the river’s call
For all the joy it brings
To climb on board my freedom ship
And ride its magic wings

LARGE TEXT AT BOTTOM OF PAGE:
...I wonder is this river still magic any more...

Peter Martineau
© Copyright 1998 ImagineTree
All Rights Reserved

Shown at 40% of actual 8” x 10” size
Click on Image to see at 70%

Quantity

Mounted & Double Matted Print $29.95

Print $14.95

Download Hi Res image $9.95

Add Item(s) To My Shopping Cart

Note: 1/4” Inner mat color shown.
Wide outer mat color is ivory.

Home Vision Verse Poems Vision Verse Quotes Greetings from the Artist

FREEDOM SHIP The colors in the water Still make elusive shapes Reflecting all the memories Even as time escapes Once I ran with the wild boys Along these crazy banks Breaking every fragile rule Laughing at our pranks I wonder is this river Still magic any more Or were the dreams abandoned On the playground of this shore I remember the hills and the valley floor Three young boys sneaking out the door One September evening late Silent shadows moving out the gate The autumn air was strangely still The sound of feet running up the hill Blue black clouds swept in the night We reached the top and what a sight The moonlit river calling us down The hidden treasure quickly found The blanket lifted with a silent stare At the sacred vessel floating there That raft became our freedom ship When life became a chain Now I’ve come from far away To ride that ship again The sky is open wide tonight And full of shining stars The sound of running water Sends a signal to my heart The hills are alive and rolling The grass blows in the wind I can almost hear them calling me Daring me to begin Could it be that fear is worse Than what I’m frightened of What a shame to waste a chance To ride the ship I love A sudden croaking bullfrog Takes me by surprise I’m laughing as I blink the mist From foggy, distant eyes I’m free within this moment From the chains of my routine Washing all the doubts away And starting over clean Running to the river’s call For all the joy it brings To climb on board my freedom ship And ride its magic wings LARGE TEXT AT BOTTOM OF PAGE: ...I wonder is this river still magic any more... Peter Martineau © Copyright 1998 ImagineTree All Rights Reserved	Shown at 40% of actual 8” x 10” size Click on Image to see at 70%
		Quantity
	Mounted & Double Matted Print $29.95

	Print $14.95

	Download Hi Res image $9.95

	Add Item(s) To My Shopping Cart

	Note: 1/4” Inner mat color shown. Wide outer mat color is ivory.