I live in the city,
I hate the city,
I have always wished to
live in the country.
Bankruptcy has forced my
family to move out of our house.
NOW'S MY CHANCE!
We've looked at a few
houses so far.
"NO PET'S!"
"COSTS' TO MUCH!"
"TOO SMALL!"
"WHAT? BANKRUPTCY!
NOT A CHANCE!"

So far my family hasn't
found any matches.
Today we looked at an
old farm house, that was wonderful
for my family.
Out-buildings surround the house,one
old barn to our west, and a larger pole barn
north of the house.
I've always dreamed of living in a
house like this, and having my own horse.

"DON'T GET YOUR HOPES UP!" my mother caws
at me like a crow.
The farm house is only for rent,
we can't afford to buy a house anyway.
The barns and the rest of the twenty-five
acres that the house sits on are totally off
limits to me and my curious brother.
"THE BARN N' THE PASTURNS ARE FUR COWS!"
belows the property owner, with a gentle acsent.
You might say what I have now is Freedom.
In all honesty, I totally disagree.
I feel as if I were some umtamed Tiger, who
was brought out of his vase jungle to a stuffy zoo.
Then was taken back to his jungle after years of zoo life,
but left in his small cage, just inches away from his
old territory.
Like food and fresh water, just beyond that of the
reach of a starving womans small brittle grasp.
The key to the lock inches away from the hands of a
prisoner to which the lock binds to a cold wall.
A favorite toy hung over a innoccent toddlers head,
who is jumping furiosly to grasp at not the toy but the air.
I feel I have as much freedom or release as does the beautiful
caged Tiger, the starving woman, the poor pitiful prisoner or
the whining child does.
THIS IS NOT FREEDOM!
THIS IS COMPLETE TORCHURE!