Hunter Fences Poem by Cynthia Buhain-baello

Fences may restrict you
And those the Hunter has so much
Like prey you feel caged, that is true
And you just cannot bloom as such.

The greens are open, so be free
The choices vast and exciting
Migrate to tales of ABC
There poetry does the undressing.

We find it Home to have some lines
Drawn to say 'where we cross the street'
All ages read between the lines,
And this the Hunter fairly meets.

Bloom and go where you want to
Never impose what you think
Rules are good and fences too,
These will not let our morals sink.











'Train up a child in the way he should go,
and when he is old, he will not depart from it.'

Proverbs 22: 6