The Ballad of Pinal CountyIn the dusty, arid desertThe Ballad of Pinal County3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Was a wooden, battered home
Where a dozen mares and stallions
Used to live and used to roam
As the sun was going down
A roaring rent the land
As a little ute sped by the farm
And kicked up rocks and sand
The kitchen it was empty
The paint was left to flake
And then the sun came up again
And dawn began to break.
Came many days and many nights,
And dwindling water sources
The land was empty lifeless but for
12 abandoned horses
The paddock once a haven
Where the horses used to lope
Now more like a prison
Brown and wilting, without hope.
In a little, nearby village
The word had spread around
That the steeds had been forgotten
And they needed to be found.
With haste the people hurried
Pinal County was alive
They all put in an effort
In the hope that they'd survive
At last the colts were sighted
They were looking close to death
They were brought back to the township
While the desert held its breath
With gentle hands and hearts
The horses, they were nursed
IroningI have a crinkled shirtIroning4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
It really needs a press
I think that I'm too lazy
I don't want to, I confess.
Is it for the lack of
An internal, driving force?
Or do my will and feelings
Take another, separate course?
Think of the little wrinkles
So innocent and sweet
Could I really burn them?
Or crush them with my feet?
They live a happy, peaceful life
They're generous, not rough
Could I really kill them
For a boring, seemly cuff?
And if the wrinkles go away
If they really want to leave,
I have many plans
Up my often-folded sleeve.
I could shove my clothing in my bag
Or throw my garment down the stairs
And if it lands on someone
Well, honestly, who cares?
Yes, my creases would be happy
On my many-pleated back
But as for doing the dishes,
That's just competence I lack.
Thank You, Harry PotterThank you, Harry Potter, for never giving up.Thank You, Harry Potter4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Thank you for fighting for what you believe in and sacrificing too much.
Thank you for never thinking badly of muggleborns, and teaching us about
Friendship, courage, and being a real hero, even when there's a doubt.
Thank you, Ronald Weasley, for helping us face our fears.
For teaching us what true love means, and bringing us to tears.
Thank you for showing us how strong the friendship was you bore.
Thank you for standing up for yourself, and for the greatest kiss in the war.
Thank you, Hermione Granger, for showing us what real beauty is.
Thank you for helping girls across the world fight their own demons.
Thank you for teaching us to be strong in the face of death and danger.
So, with all my heart, thank you, Hermione Granger.
Thank you, Luna Lovegood, for ignoring pressure from your peers.
Thank you, for your fashion sense, with radishes on your ears.
Thank you for being yourself, and never backing down.
Thank you, for saving Hogwarts,