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Some Leggy Thanksgiving Poetry

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In honour of Thanksgiving, I’d like to thank my legs.  And since I can’t just say “thanks legs” like a normal person, here’s some poetry on this fine holiday Monday.

 

In recent days I’ve noticed there’s a need,

Due to accumulating evidence,

To recognize the limbs I use to lead

And show greater appreciation hence.

I’ve known some folks who were no longer free,

Who yearned for a past when support was strong,

Like my mom who just got a brand new knee,

Though she’ll heal, recovery will be long.

I can walk, swim, bike, lunge, skip, climb and lurk

With my amazing legs taking the brunt

Those two continuously hard at work

Yet in my mind they’re not always up front.

So in honour of my diligent pair,

A toast. I promise to always show care.

 

 There once were some limbs of great worth

Somewhat underappreciated since birth

On a fashionable whim

They were stuffed to the brim

Into leggings, never mind the legs’ girth

 

Saturday morning

River valley stairs with Jenn

Walking funny since

 

When my legs carry me

I can go to amazing places

Hiking up a mountain trail

I feel at peace

I can go to amazing places

There’s no telling where I’ll end up

I feel at peace

Knowing I am free to roam

There’s no telling where I’ll end up

Hiking up a mountain trail

Discovering new places, sights, and sounds

When my legs carry me

 

Happy Thanksgiving!

S

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