Abandon

ABANDON

A Poem by Michael Woodhead
Copyright © 1967, 2024

It took but a moment to remove her dress
And then, she ran naked through the waist-high grass
With the freedom of the wind
And the fleetness of a deer
'Twas all that she needed, this tender lass

And the morning-star shone
Upon her sun-kissed breast
Her golden hair streamed behind
She did not rest
For as such she longed to roam
Through the fields of grass and hay
Fleeing till the sun sank in the distant west

Running
Leaping
Strolling
Sunning
Sleeping
Rolling
With the carefree abandon of the wind

Dashing
Fleeing
Laughing
Splashing
Freeing
Quaffing
With the carefree abandon of the wind

The cool, green grass slipped 'tween her whitened toes
Here and there, she stopped to pick a blood red rose
Which was blowing in the breeze
And all the while, she rambled
Naked to the sun
Oblivious to her woes 

[Written as part of my final English exam for Grade 12 at Western Canada High School]