By Scott Bailey © 2026

Ice cold water, fresh from the spring
Cheese and ham, home reared
Earthy vegetables, simple and true
An ale
Solitude when needed
Friendship at hand
No clocks, no calendar
The sun and leaves a guide
The expanse of the stars
This, is how freedom tastes

In response to malformed_poetry’s prompt

https://www.threads.com/@malformed_poetry/post/DUQoYjvia1C?xmt=AQF0UHP6DgxXYAdYTHMiUAYJrV8G6JNtjPw5AG7ypmFC6mBNM3jDHe9SiqjAVmJCKJqBiwO3&slof=1