.
I bend
My knees are scraped
I look
There is slight bleeding
I cannot stop
People are depending on me
Continuing
I struggle
I must stop and rest
An aching back makes this demand
I hear barking
Dogs in the back ground
Searching for my scent
My heart quickens
Adrenalin flowing
What was mine was mine
And the money wrapped securely,
Tucked into my shirt was mine
It was owed to me, but
Withheld because of
A petty dispute
When opportunity presented
I took my due
Then was accused of stealing
No records existed
Just oral agreements
So now I am a thief, but
In their eyes only
I wanted to fade away
But I knew duty
There would be no magistrate
To exonerate me
I kept moving
My people were
Of solid stock
They needed a chance
I would provide it
Their ship was leaving
Courage
I told myself
No sound of dogs
I made it to the dock side
Just before the ship left port
Turned over my money
Said my farewell
I had accomplished
My aches, pains, and wounds would heal
Dogs will still bark
I had liberated friends
And now set myself free
With hope of a distant reunion
Stanski
September 30, 2019^
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Steve Haarman 