No Ceiling

I want to live where I’m not confined by common boundaries;
Ill be no longer confined by the laws of money and politicians.
I want to live where my front lawn is wet,
Dark soil and millions of trees dotted with snow.
I want to live where I can let the current take me away
And not have to worry about ending up somewhere I can’t survive.
I want to live where my alarm clock is birds chirping
And my lullaby is the rush of an Alaskan river and owls cooing.
My blanket will be the warmth of the stars at midnight.
My shelter will be the protection of Him;
And my home will have no ceiling.
No ceiling is tall enough for the boundaries of I.
No company but the somber hum of buffalo,
The melodious buzz of insects,
And the crackle of the fire that will keep me warm.
The air around me moistened with the winter chill;
And my lungs and ears stay pure of pollution from the world around me.
I want to live in a place with no ceiling.

I want to live there too.

Very moving and original, I really liked the voice. The emotions portrayed are very realistic, and overall I think you did a very good job with this.

"I'll be no longer confined by the laws of money and politicians."

Because Ill and I'll are two different things.

I like this poem. It is much nicer to read than dark angsty POETRY OF WOE! Instead, it reads like a love letter to a happy place. This poem was meant as an uplifting one, and in this respect it was most successful.

I look forward to reading more of your poetry.

I really find that interesting.
It draws my attention...
Good work!

Mmm... I realy liked it. It sounds like I nice place.

P.S. is that a real picture of you?
If it is then your realy prity.

Great poem. Good imagery and structure. I wish the world was really like what you wrote in your poem...