One of my favourite poems, because it's Friday and I can taste freedom...
The Eagle
He clasps the crag with crooked hands;
Close to the sun in lonely lands,
Ring'd with the azure world, he stands.
The wrinkled sea beneath him crawls;
He watches from his mountain walls,
And like a thunderbolt he falls.
- Alfred, Lord Tennyson
What gives you the taste of freedom?
1 comment:
"what gives you the taste of freedom"
1. A short ball in the middle of the court
2. Not being in an institution
3. Being in another country
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