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
