Monday, May 17, 2010

Ode to Love

Since Hubby came home this weekend, we got a lot done around the farm, but not enough. We are going to have to figure this time thing out. But, since he went back Sunday, I feel a little bummed out. So,I though I would right a poem about love.


Love, it is like a blossom.
If you want your finger bit, stick it to a possum.

Small Farm Girl, poet.

9 comments:

Nicole J said...

LOL... sorry that made me laugh :)

Denise said...

You are so crazy ;) You never have enough time for everything you know.

I remember the poem I liked back in high school:

Love is like a lizard,
It wraps its legs around your heart
and crawls into your gizzard.

Happy Days said...

Your love poem made me chuckle. Ah...yes, a Poet for sure!! So I guess he didn't take the job that was closer - things always work out for a reason! Believe in that!...debbie

small farm girl said...

Thanks for the comments guys!

I liked your poem too Denise!
Debbie, we won't know anything for a while yet. I will let you all know when it and if it happens.

Faith said...

... Whoooooooa...

Profound....

LOL

I bet you miss him. I was wondering as well about the other job possibility. Praying it works out!

~Faith

Chai Chai said...

Separation is hard, first hand experience having been through the whole military thing. It does make you appreciate what you have, and how to live and take joy in the moment!

Sarah said...

cute poem. It rhymes!
We did a year of Malcolm being gone adn home on the weekends. It was hard, and frustrating too. And I didn't like that toward teh end of that year, I was happy to see him on Friday's and ready for him to go on Sunday's. It shouldn't be like that. But then we were also fairly new to marriage. Have you heard anything more from the people who wanted him to put in an application locally? I hope that works out!

Laughing Orca Ranch said...

Yowch! Crazy poem. I kinda like it, though. :)

I guess I need to go back and see what's up with hubby. As you might now John is working in Philly and he can't come home for several months. And when he did the trucking gig last year he would be gone for more than a month at a time and then only come home for a day or two.

It was hard, but we managed. Stuff just didn't get done. It was much harder for the kids, I think.

Hang in there, k?

~Lisa

Feral Female said...

Tee-hee. Love the poem.

Things will get done eventually SFG.