Be Free Haibun

© AnElephantCant

© AnElephantCant

Golly, did I hear you say you would be free if you could?
— Gussy the Goose, Charlotte’s Web (2006)

Would you be free? What does that mean? Does it mean doing what you like, when you like, without regard to others? Don’t our families, our culture and our governments all impose restraints on us every day?

Definition of Freedom, n,
the absence of necessity, coercion, or constraint in choice or action.
Merriam-Webster

If being free means leaving my home behind, shirking my responsibilities, letting others carry my burdens, then I don’t think I would be free.

home and hearth
heart beats for my family
magic ties that bind

Others talk about freedom in the governmental sense, freedom from tyranny, enslavement, unjust punishments, torture, abuse, theft and many countless other miseries. We all give up certain rights to our governments, and we want some return on that investment. If we give up so many rights and a percentage of our income, then we should get some benefits: safety, security, peace, prosperity and freedom from abuses, these are some basics people want.

freedom from tyranny
safe homes in an unspoiled land
sunshine and clean water

That is a freedom I want for everyone: to have clean water, a safe home, healthy nature nearby, no one afraid to be killed for speaking one’s thoughts. I want a world like that for my children and their children. For you and your children, too. If we all have respect for each other, perhaps we can manage that.

healthy air to breathe
nature’s abundance for all
garden in sunshine

Copyright 2014 Brenda Davis Harsham

Inspired by Haibun Thinking Week #9, a film quote and photo from AnElephantCant.

References: http://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/freedom

Donal Outwits the King

Yosemite

Deep in the forest, someone was sleeping. Covered in leaves and moss, with a windbreak lashed snuggly in the bracken, he was dreaming of a king, a curse and a drumming in the dark.

In another part of the forest, a young boy was disguised as a fox. He heard the pounding of hooves behind him. He ducked under a tree root, but was soon surrounded by baying dogs. The horses approached, and their riders were holding bows and arrows. Their velvet cloaks were lined with fur, and one wore a silver crown. Donal stood up fast, and threw off his fox hood before an arrow could be nocked. His costume had a real fox tail dragging on the ground, and it must have drawn in the dogs.

“You’re no fox!” laughed the King with the silver crown. “Who are you to be on my land? Trespassers are made into slaves here.” The King’s face turned dark.

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