Freedom is an Open Road

Freedom is an Open Road

Written by my brother, Bobby Birkhofer, as a gift for my 22nd birthday

If you would like to share his work, please give credit to the amazing literary artist that he is!

 

As I sat upon a mountainside with all the world before me

I observed the sun high in the sky running its daily course

And I thought to myself ‘isn’t this the way things are supposed to be?’

And the answer came easily without any doubt, without remorse

 

All the money the world couldn’t buy a bluer sky than this

Nothing could warm my heart more than the sweet Wyoming sun

No worldly possessions could ever bring more happiness

Than the satisfaction I feel here when every day is done

 

So if I ever leave this country,

I’m sure it’s blue skies and western wind will always call me home

And I will stay on this road and follow wherever it goes

Some people may think that all I ever do is roam

But they don’t know what I know – That Freedom is an Open Road

 

Just the other night I heard the wolves singing their song to the moon

And I thought I heard them calling my name with their strange melodies

And I hope I can hear their song again soon

Because to me that song is as majestic as a symphony

 

When I smell these pines it’s a sweet release from worry, care, and stress

The rushing waters comfort me and let me know I’m safe and sound

Without any help from man, the way nature planned it is the best

With bears and bison and the trees and grass keeping me company all around

 

So if I ever leave this country,

I’m sure it’s blue skies and western wind will always call me home

And I will stay on this road and follow wherever it goes

Some people may think that all I ever do is roam

But they don’t know what I know – That Freedom is an Open Road

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43 thoughts on “Freedom is an Open Road

  1. You can feel the emotions in his eloquent words – I could almost feel the warmth of the sun on my arms and the smell of the breeze as it gently whistles through the pines. I suspect you couldn’t have received a better birthday present, being reminded of the elemental beauty of Mother Nature in such a beautiful way. Thanks for sharing!

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  2. I enjoyed the emotion and imagery in this poem. I’m not much of a poet myself, so I admire those who can do it well. It isn’t easy to write about nature while avoiding cliches, and your brother achieves that. As an English teacher, I have to ask, he uses “It’s blue skies” and I see how it can be read as “it is blue skies,” but if he means its (the possessive form of it), this is far too good a poem to have a typo in it. I agree with other posters that it sounds like the lyrics to a song.

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