FREE AS A BIRD

A spirit soars finally in the peace he sought,
He bought his rest with blood and sweat
and a few hits under his belt.
He was besieged in his adopted city,
it was a pity it turned him away.
Tearful reunions not forthcoming
save for that cold December day.
Sadly “Brother” George would follow.
Sorrow in the playing of their final group
recording. John and George, “Free As a Bird”,
Into the light of the dark black night.

(C) Walter J Wojtanik, 2015

***POETIC ASIDES WITH ROBERT LEE BREWER – PROMPT 295: “FREE”

 

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