December 24th, 2005

2013, cyd, new

poetry by frances farmer

by Frances Farmer

My feet go running.
I think they sing
A song to themselves,
A crazy thing of
"Run, run, run,
And keep to the track.
But don't look forward
And never look back!"
I ask my feet
"How do you know
That the way you are taking
Is the best to go?"
But a foot can't answer.
Each in it's shoe
Goes running onward.
I go too.
2013, cyd, new

holiday wishes

happy holidays to you all

on a personal note, i hope tripper has the best of holidays
and i hope my nana has a low stress holiday
and i think we all know what hell i wish my parents

and to all of my lj friends, even if you just read me and i don't know you, have a great holiday, whichever you celebrate. and know i am thinking of each and every one of you and will toast you repeatedly over the next couple of days.

i can't do that individual writing a sentence to a person, this is what i have, and i know it is enough. kisses to you all. =}