Well then, today was going really well until:
* Car got towed...
* Work is filled with the legions of the damned, and they all want me to do things
* Real estate agents suck

However! oddmonster: if you're Kiwi and you know it clap your hands! Happy times!

When you see this, post your favorite poem in your journal.

Ok, so ask me tomorrow and the answer will be different, but for now, let's go with:

( Conscience by Henry David Thoreau )

This is a classic Australian poem, written around the turn of the century by Banjo (AB) Paterson, a mild-mannered clerk who went west (in Australia) around the time of one of the gold rushes. Instead of gold, he found the magic of the station (Australian/Kiwi for ranch) lifestyle, and wrote poetry about it ( Read more... )

A post with all my poetry on. I have posted it for myself rather than because I expect anyone to read it, but in case you want to, it's not locked. Go ahead, if you like :)

Freedom
Silvergrey sorrow drifts softly upon me
My body feels hollow
Please bring back my soul.

I open my eyes to a cold dreary morning.
I don’t have to cook for you
clean for you ( Read more... )

New here and interested in Riptide? Friend me, and come and join pier56. Can't wait to meet you!My name is Tinx, and I've been in love with Nick and Cody's love story since the first airing of the Pilot, in 1984 ( Read more... )