A farewell poem.
One day the girl decided
That she desired more
Not the golden colors the states provided
But those vermilion from a distant shore
This was not to say she didn't admire
The umber undulating hills of her home
Yet there was something that did not inspire
Which caused her heart to roam
There were reasons, yes, for her travels far
To begin, she wished to speak their tongue
Which to some seemed a strange occupation
And even with rigorous study, no end to frustration
Then of course there were personal reasons that she wished to meet
And she felt if she put her heart into it, she would surely feel complete
For it was her wish to blossom like a crocus beneath the snow
And despite attitude, and perhaps appereances, she was no wide-eyed doe.
However, her wishes and desire were no easy endeavor
And in her heart she felt daunted,
For with failure, her hopes it might sever.
Yet with firm resolve she packed her bags and bade her friends farewell
For her goals were laid out for her, a pearl encased in its shell
By the end of the year, she would have a creamy jewel of which to call her own
To treasure her whole life long, and like the budding crocus from under
the harsh white snow,
Had faced life, and resiliently grown.
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Tomorrow, at noon (Sunday, July 30th, 2006), I leave for Japan. If you wish to join me and my travels, check me out at
ticklepenny as I will not be updating
sore_de_ii_no during the time that I am in Japan.
That she desired more
Not the golden colors the states provided
But those vermilion from a distant shore
This was not to say she didn't admire
The umber undulating hills of her home
Yet there was something that did not inspire
Which caused her heart to roam
There were reasons, yes, for her travels far
To begin, she wished to speak their tongue
Which to some seemed a strange occupation
And even with rigorous study, no end to frustration
Then of course there were personal reasons that she wished to meet
And she felt if she put her heart into it, she would surely feel complete
For it was her wish to blossom like a crocus beneath the snow
And despite attitude, and perhaps appereances, she was no wide-eyed doe.
However, her wishes and desire were no easy endeavor
And in her heart she felt daunted,
For with failure, her hopes it might sever.
Yet with firm resolve she packed her bags and bade her friends farewell
For her goals were laid out for her, a pearl encased in its shell
By the end of the year, she would have a creamy jewel of which to call her own
To treasure her whole life long, and like the budding crocus from under
the harsh white snow,
Had faced life, and resiliently grown.
--------------------------------------------------------------
Tomorrow, at noon (Sunday, July 30th, 2006), I leave for Japan. If you wish to join me and my travels, check me out at
ticklepenny as I will not be updating
sore_de_ii_no during the time that I am in Japan.