Image from Jannie Funster
I Cursed the Farm
I Cursed The Farm
and the 15 miles
that stretched
forever
between it
and my dreams
of gymnastics,
ballet,
and later on,
the teen parties
I thought I’d die without.
Now…
I thank the farm
for its sweet hay
on golden hills,
for potatoes,
tomatoes,
Dad,
Mom,
my daughter
and for everyone
who lives and loves
up there and everywhere.
Jannie Funster
Posted over on her site Jannie Funster
A Friday Flash Fiction in 55 words.
Friday, October 1, 2010
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