Shiny New Penny Poem by Rachel Tebbutt

Once a shiny new penny in dirty hands,
spun around and never uttered a sound.
I've found someplace, its sublime for a climb
in need of a breeze, to take me please.

Two paths, what a choice!
I sing aloud my voice in rejoice.
To devise the lies and break all ties,
with fields of rye, the sun slowly dies.

Amongst the greyness, I cannot breath,
I now believe, I would like to leave.
I conceive, a flourish of courage,
I engage to the best of my knowledge.

Roots burrow towards the unknown,
If you should very dare, let's follow.
I struggle to swallow its airlessness,
and marvel within its sweet caress.

The book that holds a perfect clarity,
In May, of what you took away.
And soon by moonlight souls unite,
In delight and despite of the daily fight.

Close to that sharp thorn,
she's now torn, withering by dawn.
Run away or stay? or sleep life away?
and no longer play, in the fields of yesterday.