Leigh Anne is a poet (and her feet show it they’re longfellows!) 🙂
Here is a sample of her poetry. I am told they are sonnets:
White-out, the temporary fix to man,
Black-out, the temporary hideout, yes?
Try to fix, try to hide it if you can
Haven’t you ever heard, give more take less?
To try and fix, to try and hide per say,
Is only to be weak and struggle so,
Yet, bother to think in the vast array,
It is a choice to stand tall or hang low.
Most follow the norm and so it is yet
Individuality is yet lost.
Something now most people want to forget
They make the choice to pay the higher cost.
So I urge to stand true, so proud and tall
Don’t white it out! Don’t black it out! Never Fall!
Rhode Island, ha, what a name yet it be
A road, nor an island, but then yet both.
Roads lead somewhere always, so, don’t you see?
To follow a road one must first take oath.
If no oath, then isolate you it will
To be isolated is island life.
Life with no roads, no escape, until,
One oaths to get off the island with strife.
The oath to follow the only road be
Your choice to get off the island it must
No one else can do for you to be free.
Live on the island or strive with such just.
A name it may be, or so it seems,
One that has meaning that thought yet redeems.
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