LIBERTY
The moon rode clear of cloud
and cast its shadows as she lay
on cool clean sheets she heard
the slumberous tick tock from the hall.
Her rise announced by creaking boards
and veiled by her flowing hair
she made her way in stockinged feet
to where the gentle breezes blew.
Across the ruffled flowing grass
Its spirits dancing in the wind
not tanned as yet by summer sun
in long attendance shadowed still.
A sign post passed that heralded
the route towards an easeful shore
where out of harbour floating far
she drank from stoops of liberty.